Dawn slides up the curve of the world
on noiseless clouds, punctured
by mountains that redirect the light,
bending the sight lines to the eye of
the beholder.
Time stops;
then the thrice crowing cock
echoes in the valley below,
sounding among the hills,
and frost crisped fields.
Hidden dark cerulean clouds are
illumined by splintered solar fire,
by solar storms from afar…
In a puff of time, the pre dawn sky,
Coyly yielding to the day,
Departs in a moment,
Exploding into the
dawn sky, the
New Day Sky.
Elmore N. "Rod" Scott, Jr. © 2013
35.0037° N, 84.0295° W
Sent from my mobile phone.
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