Slowly the dawn light spreads across the horizon
languidly and unrushed
brings illumination to the frosty world
the bare tree tops stand stark against the warming orange glow
the higher you go the hue shifts to rose, amethyst,
and finally the familiar clear azure
at the zenith
the scene lasts moments, and repeats its dance daily, regardless of who or what notices
the twinkle of frost catches my eye, sparkling off the blue paint of the car
pulling out of the driveway
observed with the same distant coolness by the morning sun
when icy flakes shimmered on the tint of a cart
a millennia ago
the sagacious bee 