Early Hours

........ facing eastwards. Cool, still, expectant. The sky, the ground, are one. Soon a subtle transition. One-ness becomes polarised. The monochrome breaks. Half-light above. Half-night below. From the greys contrast comes, pulls shape and form from shadow. A vague sketch of skyline. Sky and ground thus defined. Now, for the solar spectrum. The horizon, a blaze of red-orange. Ribbons of cirrus, luminous yellow-white. Aloft, reflects the blue-violet. Centre stage, the star turn, amber burn. A new day now born.