The dawn Sun wakes from its veiled bed
covering all with warming waves of infra-red.
Colour ignites with the sunlight
which quenches the black of night.
Birdsong salutes colour’s entrance
as the Sun starts another sentence
in the journal of day’s flight from night,
the eternal tussle between dark and light.
When showers arrive and shadows fade
colour adopts more subtle shades,
sea blues turn grey, yellow petals pale
and leaves’ green lustre sadly ails.
But there’s a time the sky reverts to bright
when we learn that light is not just white,
it’s when angled sun and rain collide
and rainbows wash across the sky.
Red, orange, yellow, green…blue-indigo and violet,
Light, displays, seven, truths…as if painted by a pilot.
Then, as the Sun punctuates its daytime sentence,
colour makes yet another glorious entrance,
the heavens adopt the blues and greens
as wispy clouds become colour’s screen
and show off hues of orange and pink
which brighten swiftly to the strength of ink
before flickering out, then finally die
as black consumes colour’s sky.