DAWN TO NOON
The total black of near and far
begins to split to hues of grey.
Thus the seed of day is sown.
It germinates. A new day born.
Aloft there grows faint hint of blue.
Below, shows edge of amber arc.
On high there hangs white satin veil.
On ground there clings blanket of grey.
The eye of day now wide awake
brings golden blaze to centre stage.
From warming air strong thermals rise
for morning sky to start the show.
Bold flocs of purest white there form
on vast background of brightest blue
that’s overseen by solar disc.
At noon, full colour high and low.
Black emptiness now all consumed.
The infant day is fully grown
with green, gold and blue galore,
Our precious planet’s finest show.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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