The dawn ascends, a painter’s hand,
with hues of gold across the land.
The sun, a molten orb, begins to climb,
Painting the world in shades sublime.
The air, a crisp and frosty bite,
Reflects the sun, a dazzling light.
On snow-kissed field, a diamond dust,
Each flake a gem, in morning trust.
The trees, adorned in icy grace,
Stand stark against the golden space.
Their branches gleam, a shimmering sight,
Reflecting back the morning light.
The world awakes, in golden hue,
A breathtaking, wondrous view.
The sun’s embrace, a warm caress,
Inviting all to joy and blessedness.
-Elizabeth Proett