Birth of Dawn
Rising from oblivion,
Sol sears the fringes of night.
And gilds the edge of the Earth,
with His chariot ablaze.
Searing tongues of crimson flame
lick a scarlet horizon.
And the shadows of darkness
disperse with the birth of dawn.
A star-studded ebony
morphs into a sky of blue.
And the cotton-candy clouds
acquire a light pinkish hue.
Color untangles from black;
as shadows reclaim their shape.
And a lone pine, bristles, with
needles of emerald green.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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