The pinks and purples and orange flares
Are something beheld with our eyes unfolded
The strings of pillowy clouds blanked in hues
Rising as if lifted from the ever warming sky
Dusted with sun beams rising from the horizon
The light slowly turns from pinks to subtle blues
Purples fade away as the sun begins it's rise for the day
She whispers hints of the coming winter
Soon it will fly, the snow will have its say
With satin white sprinkled boughs in the wind swept hallowed December
We'll soon hear her singing

I couldn't believe what I saw when I opened the curtains this morning. It was still dark throughout the house yet I could see light peeping through the curtains. The world was still waking up and the sky put on a beautiful display.