sitting with the last of the night’s sky
stars still dot the quiet black morning
transfixed in its peace
resolute and unwavering
staring over the valley
change comes with each moment
azure blue encouraged from below by rose pink
layers of beauty revealed
as nature’s drape lifts the day
canary yellow appears
claiming its place perfectly between pink and blue
a few stars remain visible in the western sky
watching the day begin over my shoulder
as one lone star like a beacon refuses to dim in the gift of the sunrise
pink has played its role disappearing from the morning
leaving yellow and blue to raise the day from here
