Dawn Dark Filters In The Day Poem by Ananta Madhavan

I like to view the hill from my balcony
As the dark dawn filters in the day,
Through stacked layers of coloured mist
And cloudlets clinging to the crest.

This is a new morning, newborn moments
For those who care to see the sunlight
Revealing variants of everything
Within the range of its penumbral rays.

Forms emerge and fade in shades and shadow;
Stark outlines of trees, branches, foliage
Soften momently as blurred canopies
Along the dew-damp tarmac of the street below.