Mourning Sun (Poem)

This tangerine haze in the sky,
This everyday glimpse of dawn
Mournful but determined
to bring forth light though the light seems vacant,
Streams into stoic windows,
Greets reluctant faces who turn
to the too-welcoming sheets,

Hiding from the coming day,
The dry farewell,
The morning after the last morning that made any sense.

-D.