Pink-grey brushstrokes just above the horizon
Palest of blue blending to the lightest of grey above
Black speckles darting across the sky
Landing on branches rising and falling with the breeze
Orange-pink crawls across the horizon
Holding little promise of any warmth
All that is silhouetted against the ever-changing backdrop
Dances on the wind, swaying side to side
As the chill of the morn permeates the air
Cotton wool softness of clouds blanket the vastness
Leaves rustle and birdsong takes flight
Starkness of a single bare-branched tree confronts
Barren coldness soon to be upon us
Gradually the glow disappears; no pink nor orange
Faint yellow briefly washes across the tufted cotton wool
White and grey now in front of the pale blue
Colder and colder the air and day feels
Glorious is the privilege to witness the sunrise
Hopeful is the promise of the light of day
Gentle is the sway of life, ebbing and flowing
Dance like the leaves, sing like the birds
For today is your canvas upon which you write your story
More memories to make and words to speak
Moments to cherish and dreams to awaken
Honour the sunrise and make your story worthy to tell
Image credit: realworkhard@pixabaye