It's an ombre dawn
Pink lipstick kisses a still horizon
then fades to a peach blush
then to yellow lids
and finally to a pale brow the blue-white
of broken-glass on Arctic waters.
Earlier:
On my way I saw
soft green winter wheat
saying valediction to its frost.
On my way I saw
black ponds and puddles
shaking off their fog.
On my way I saw
shadowy birds early home
fluttering for warmth.
On my way I saw
apathetic brown road
leading the way.
On my way I saw
plastic cars with plastic drivers
impatiently passing morning.
On my way I saw
another day individual
yet still fading from memory.
Now:
So after arriving
I wrote it down.
For everyone else,
partly for me,
but really for the Day.
