dayrise. one still star
hovers on the horizon
clouds in a clear sky
are never as white as one
lamb in a spring field
a bare tree stands
like lightning
its jagged limbs
reach for distant cloud
four horses gallop
in a dusy pasture
their voices shrill as trumpets
whinny at a black thundercloud
no rain tonight. the sky
is a gauze of meteors
white streaks of stars falling
new moon and bright cloud
at the end of a burnished sky.