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When night’s ebony is vanquished,
the pre-dawn turns slowly into peach.
Peach becomes persimmon and pink
as scarlet starts to streak the sky..
As I breathe the snowy whiteness of the clouds,
the sun shyly peeks out from behind them.
Suddenly the deliciousness of saffron 
shines forth with the hope of a new day.
I’m gazing up at a Monet.

Day progresses, and at times 
I view new birds that wing their way 
through a heaven gone azure.
Gradually the azure changes to periwinkle blue
tinged with violet hues.
Evening is upon us.

Apricot slashes through the sky
and then it turns a passionate pink.
The clouds coalesce into larger white fluffs
which trim the twilight 
like whipped cream on a raspberry pie.
Later the clouds become wisps of silver threads
as the yellow sun submerges itself into the sea.

The pale pearl moon and diamond stars appear -
the brightest of them shimmering ice blue 
from far far away.
Sky has become a sapphire sheet
blanketing the part of the world that has gone to sleep.
Whether night be black or cobalt blue,
eventually dawn arrives 
to vanquish night again.

Dec. 19, 2022
For  A Brian Strand Premiere Choice No 55 Poetry Contest

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