I'm not sure which it is correct anymore.

If the slight red in the sky means the day has died,

Or like a newborn baby begins a new life.

The deafening silence of winter,  

The dead of winter.

Contrasted with the first breath of a new day.

Witnessed by few,

The early risers,
The late night workers,
The sleep deprived insomniacs
Skipping mental stones wishing for sleep.