red sun
slowly creeping molten
over horizon’s rolling rim, pouring
light                       through ragged tears in clouds draped                              
like gray blankets            over the world; trees backlit, hills trimmed                                 with
gold—the black and gray monochrome of night flaming into greens, browns, yellows, blues, violets:
day comes sprinting into being, the tempo an accelerando toward dusk’s end and the passion of life

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