Before the dark, a dawn

My cherry tree again, her flaming branches 

Echoing the crescendo of colors 

 In the sky above my neighbor’s farm: 

My heart soars with the beauty of the dawn, 

Whose glorious colors now, just moments later, 

Have faded back to gray; 

Now falls the rain. 

Today, instead of “darkest before the dawn,”

We seem to have dawnest before the dark…