Pocono Dawn

Pocono Dawn Dawn crept over the horizon, like a muffled piece of grey felt; cloaked in mist, blanketed in opalescent fog. As the minutes pass, the powder blue of morn seeped atop jagged toothed conifer forest. Clouds turn from periwinkle to azure, cotton batting unrolls filling the firmament. Slowly, softly, the sunlight bleaches clean the dusky dawn; bringing forth a deep emerald-green woodland morn; strewn with wild lavender salvia, flush and new born as the day.; back lit with the acrid yellow effervescence of sunshine adorned.