Bright pink clouds, Sun’s dying breath.
A final push, and a final shot.
Climbing the sky, an indigo depth.
A daily war, and a nightly loss.
Full darkness now, no moon tonight.
A devastating defeat, life on its knees.
Hours and hours, no natural light.
Still life continues, the bugs and the trees.
A brightening starts, to gray from black.
A new day, a new battle.
Rising sun peeks above and starts to attack.
We wait now, in bright blue, for its next death rattle.

The Sun sets at the end of each day,
In the cold, dark night, it's easy to lose your way.

Many Falling Stars shine through the night,
All of them burn up, they all lose their guiding light.

Move forward, even if you can't see,
Don't let yourself be stopped, not by land, air or sea.

Each night is followed by a sunrise,
The dark will fade, no matter how hard the Moon tries.

As promised, a sunrise is on the horizon,
A new Dawn, a new Hope is rising.

There once was a man from Bombay
Who enjoyed a remarkable day:
     It started at sunrise
     When the sun chose to unrise,
And it ended when Earth rolled away.

I lie in bed, awake and watching  
the dark night sky stretched wide,  
as stars like diamonds catch my eye.  
The hours pass in a gentle drift  
until dawn begins its colourful shift,  
as sunlight breaches the eastern rim,
it's fiery orange rays reach out and skim
and the warmth bleeds out across the dark,  
as I watch the sunrise paint its arc.  
Then the morning mist creeps in all grey,  
and clouds roll in on winds of change,
cooling the sky and dulling the blaze,  
as daylight arrives in a steely blue haze.

©️Lizzie Bevis

The world, a canvas of alabaster, stretches forth,
unblemished, save for whispers of last night's snow,
a pristine expanse beneath the pre-dawn hush.
From our haven, a cabin snug, a haven built of love,
we watch the firmament begin its slow reveal.

A blush of rose, crepuscular and faint, begins to stain
the eastern sky, a promise whispered on the breeze.
The tundra, hushed and still, absorbs the nascent light,
each crystalline flake a prism, catching hues unseen,
reflecting back a spectrum, ethereal and bright.

Then, vermilion streaks the horizon's edge,
a fiery kiss upon the sleeping land.
The world awakens, slowly, stretching limbs of light,
as shadows shrink and melt beneath the sun's ascent.
And in this shared awakening, our hearts entwine anew.

Cerulean hues then paint the heavens high,
a backdrop for the drama of the rising sun.
The world is bathed in gold, a transient, fleeting grace,
as day ascends, its vibrant reign begun.
We watch, content, our love a constant in this change.

The apricot and peach now blend and swirl,
a symphony of color, played across the snow.
The tundra breathes a sigh, releasing winter's chill,
as life stirs gently, putting on its show.
And in this moment, timeless, our love feels ever strong.

Secure within this haven, built of trust and care,
we face the day, whatever it may bring.
For in each other's eyes, we find a love so deep,
a bond that strengthens as the wild birds sing.
And as the sun climbs higher, our hearts find perfect peace.

A misty morning,
Beckons the sun.

Wavy rain clouds,
Up in the sky.

Another watercolor sunrise,
Drifting in your eyes.

Eyelids heavy on the I-30,
You kissed my hand and told me you loved me.
Not a soul on the road, just you, me and Biggie,
Looking at the sunrise you said, “Isn’t she pretty?”

A new morning,
At the death of an old week.
Skeleton trees reach their bony arms,
Into the see of rose gold clouds above.

Faint chimney smoke,
From a distant home.
A family who wakes,
And won't see the sky,
In the same way I do.

They will return to their beds,
In the soft clutch of tonight.
And won't stare out the window,
Into the twilight curl,
Of stars and branches weaved.