The breaking of this day is dark.
A heavy, water-laden sky shows no apparent dawn.
Then, a sultry tinge of pink appears along the hill.
Can that be the place to look for hope of light?

And yes ! The pale pink tinge has now become a spreading rosy streak.
Steadily, slowly, now appears a silver line, so fine, so bright,
Which then breaks forth into a dazzling light of sparkling gold
Rising above the hill in incandescent brilliance
At a speed so slow, so sure, and yet so fast,
Till that we name the Sun now shows itself in splendour,
Freed at last, from the receding night.

Rosemary Nott