Early morning’s origin of light, <br />Pale; softly dozing in slumber, <br />Ever so subtle, eyes given sight, <br />Tones ignite in burnt umber. <br /> <br />Midmorning gives another look, <br />As light fog lifts from the valley, <br />Smothering into cranny and nook, <br />Teasing shadow’s continue to dally, <br /> <br />A patch of blue far above, <br />Moist clouds disappear in dry air, <br />Lonesome call, the Mourning Dove, <br />Conditions today seem fair. <br /> <br />Noontime brings the truest blue, <br />Cumulus clouds, in contrast pass by, <br />How deep the color enriched in hue, <br />Only found in a Colorado sky. <br /> <br />Evening falls upon the peaks, <br />The sun shall set once more, <br />Glowing light cast on the creeks, <br />Beckoning on, can’t ignore.<br /><br />G.R. Gaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colorado-skies/
