Sunset and rainbows get all the coverage,
like those singers and actors
with really good press agents.
Oh, they have their own virtues,
if one likes that garish kind of thing,
beach goers and hikers,
gathering in hoards,
oohing and ahing,
pretending to see a green flash,
or a triple arc,
the same crowds quickly dispersing
to watered down happy hours.
Dawn gets little notice, few raves,
a shame, really, but also a saving grace.
It might not be the same
If the masses got a sniff of it,
people setting alarms,
gathering in parks and view areas,
flipping on their shades at the first sign of yellow,
probably adding some kind of Bloody Mary rite to it.
I prefer to have it to myself,
with a few hardy, dew-licked compatriots.
So, let the dawn stay hidden,
or at least quiet,
a small gift for the early risers,
those who have their tea or coffee,
while they write an ode to its beauty.
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