At the Break
........ of the day
we see magic display,
as sun burns through thin haze,
the horizon ablaze.
A veil of low stratus
and high silver cirrus
give a cool morning hue
against sky of deep blue.
Silver turns into gold,
drives out morning cold.
Now clouds start to converge
and their frayed edges merge.
In wispy formation
new colour creation
with pale shades of pastel
so soft and so subtle.
Some peach turns to pink
but is gone in a blink.
Then thick cumulus stack
and clump to white flock
that reflects the sun's rays
in a rich amber blaze.
Thus begins our new day
with a sunrise display.
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