gray haze

gray haze between the hills

spread out and lingering

as though reluctant to rise

until touched by dawn’s warmth

daylight saving

 restless fog seeps between the pines

caresses blades of grass with silver

clings to windows, peering in

at humans’ clocks, wondering

at the foolishness of ‘daily savings’

when Sol burns on at a star’s pace

regardless

turning livid

 burnished, bruised orange and gold

oozing between layered purple clouds

resting for breath on the eastern horizon

over minutes, climbing, seeping mauves

capturing bluing sky and gray clouds

infuriating them with scarlet

reach to the heavens, livid for needing

to bleed the sunrise into day

permission granted

haiku

whiskered dawn stretches

languid on east’s horizon

allowing day’s start