Red sky at night; shepherds delight,
Red sky in the morning; shepherds warning.
Red skies are recognized
sung and painted and pointed at with pleasure.
They are an earthly known
But what does a yellow dawn announce?
Is it a warm lemon sky
one which warms the hands and ripens winter cheeks?
Or a sulphurous expanse filled with portentous grey cloudriders?
It was so easily ignored
this pale light splashed like urine across the empty sidewalks
until it turned and bit the feeding apathetic hand
shifted without warning into
the harbinger of wild destruction
funnelling across the earth like a screaming willful locomotive…
Another yellow dawn, an alien sunrise.
Here I stand in the midst of mist
gazing at the light
desperately trying to sort
to place the citron air into an understandable
but its unearthly tones swirl around me
and while I twist and turn
trying to avoid the chill sending its questing filaments down my neck and spine
my ears are slowly opening to the chthonian voices whispering in unnatural bliss
seeking to draw me
to absorb me
into the delicate travesty
of this yellow dawn.
*photo by David Ash* http://www.davidashphotography.org/