Summoned by the birds,
as the early clouds
fade with the dark,
the colours return
from their sabbatical.
The dark minor key
of night segues
into day
and the prelude
of birdsong.
Then,
in fanfare of light,
the sun opens
sleepy eyes;
responding
to the summons
like the band
for an encore,
a reprise,
a new
day
rising
from the ash
of retiring darkness.
It dawned on me
that the overture of day,
relit,
resounds
as promised.
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