Pink sky at dawn
I’m sad that you’re gone
Pink sky at night
You’re such a delight
An aubade is a morning song, a serenade an evening song.
I stared and shuddered at the prospect of writing an aubade. Really. How could I write a love poem to the dawn? So I coupled it with a serenade, wrote a couple of couplets, and called it done.
I love dawn. I love my friends named Dawn, too. Quite frankly, it would have been easier to write a love poem about one of my Dawns than any dawn.
Dawn (the time of day) is a transcendent moment of beauty. It’s obvious why some civilizations worshipped the sun. Some days it takes my breath away.