The sky is pink as fire cracker dust
Exploded silently from a hollow midnight-colored tube of sky.
The Sun trails behind the quiet Dawn
As though following the fuse toward ignition
A large, golden dog obedient on its leash
As Day pulls and pulls, "Come!"
The friendly repartee between colors becomes submission:
Hazy pink cedes to yellow which cedes to pale
Yes, even pale is a color
Isn't that what the birds are singing?