Sara Katherine Dickson
The sun rises,
It's rays the fiery feathers of a phoenix,
And dawn plants a soft kiss on the horizon,
Her pink cheeks and rich blue dress,
Stretching across the waking sky.
She welcomes the new day in her warm embrace,
Her white hair tumbling over her shoulders.
Later, she weeps, for the day is gone and night is to come,
And no one has noticed the difference.