Grey <br />is the Dawn, opening <br /> <br />the book <br />of a new day <br /> <br />the rainbow <br />an esplanade, traversing <br /> <br />the sky's rim. <br /> <br />sky <br />is a blue-like veil <br />hung in suspense, leaping <br /> <br />over <br />day's painted cumuli <br />and cirrus white- <br /> <br />white as starched linen <br />or crisp paper <br /> <br />crisper <br />than the green <br />and regal grass, stalking <br /> <br />the silent hill.<br /><br />ENOCH JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-46/
