(I am aware of the 'scales' and later 'scaled'. Any ideas?)
The blue-washed bowl of breaking sky
Lightens as dawn smiles.
An ascent of colour climbs over blue,
As a great yellow explosion
Occurs in unvoiced rapture
Just beneath the firmament;
A triumphant chord resounds
Amid the scales
Of a sapphire-cirrocumulus sky.
Like pages in a book the new breeze flips the grasses—
And thrilling and enjoying the morning,
Warmth tickles and tingles cold shadows,
The cock puffs up his chest
And utters a proud crow,
Vivacity still glistering on dew-sprinkled stipules;
And nature responds with a sigh
In recognition of sacredness—
Offering to the sunrise its life and sensibility.
Bracken in its coarseness hints at euphoria,
And romantically disobliging in wild patterns of growth:
This reminder that nature is home to man,
But not belonging to him,
For he can never tame it
Nor taint it with his own colours.
Airs warm and breezes chirrup;
The sea laps at scaled sands with its crisp voice,
And the new day has greeted its land.