Silver Dawn

No fire rules the sky this day,
No blazes of red, orange or gold.
No bright yellow arrow-marks, slashing the air
Of the dark morning's silent sky.

In the east the sun is rising,
Signalling the dawn of the day.
It's glow just beginning on the edge,
The knife edge, of the navy horizon.

Silver is the shining light,
It's gentle feather touch alights the sky.
A bright, bright glow, soft yet bold.
A silver dawn for a silver day.

The End

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