When the Night dies away

Slowly withdrawing

Allowing the light

To come back

The Morning Sun

A ray of streaking fiery color

Arcs across the dark blue sky

A violet line thickens on the horizon

The clouds reflecting the bright light

Of the sun not yet seen

The Morning Sun

A spray of colors refracted against the atmosphere

Glorious golden rays of brilliant light

Arching overhead

Showering the waking world

With bits of

Deep reds,

Bright yellows,

and

Vivid violets

The Morning Sun

Rising up

Over the horizon

Spreading what

Is so valuable to

Us all

The Morning Sun

Shining brightly

Rising above

The fluffy

Light gray clouds

The Morning Sun

For all to see

Yet few do

The Mourning Sun

Casting shadows

Across the landscape

The Mourning Sun

An angry red eye

Staring down

Upon us all

The Mourning Sun

Arms of purple

Stretch across

The dark horizon

The Mourning Sun