“And the coming of day is so mysterious.
The blackness seems suddenly to be tenuous, not thick and deep.
It is just as dark and yet the dark has no body to it, somehow.
Then along the horizon a faint pale band of pure color begins to glow,
first the color of the breast of a gull,
then a wash of rosy pearl,
and finally a deep apricot with lacings of fire.
By now the rest of the universe gives itself to light,
and the hills are distinct in the dove-colored day.
The hollows keep small cups of night for a little,
and then the whole sky and earth all at once
flash into the splendor of the new sun.”
~ Gladys Taber in STILLMEADOW SEASONS ~
It is just as dark and yet the dark has no body to it, somehow.
Then along the horizon a faint pale band of pure color begins to glow,
first the color of the breast of a gull,
then a wash of rosy pearl,
and finally a deep apricot with lacings of fire.
By now the rest of the universe gives itself to light,
and the hills are distinct in the dove-colored day.
The hollows keep small cups of night for a little,
and then the whole sky and earth all at once
flash into the splendor of the new sun.”
~ Gladys Taber in STILLMEADOW SEASONS ~
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