Dawn resembled tender under-feathers of a young flamingo
It resembled the briny flesh of a cherrystone clam
Dawn was careful not to disturb the still silver fog
Still radiating the incandescent glow from behind
The silver cloud blanket recaptured the rosy dawn
Confirming its similarity to the salt water clam
Pearled satin clouds shrouding the blush of a fresh new day
Late summer dawn was more delicate than summer's
Fiesta cresting the solemn night horizon
Whispering rise and shine to the damp and chilly landscape
Late summer's dawn politely sits down by our bedside
Waiting for us to realize where we are and why we are here.
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