It slices and blinds
Those creeping slithers of gold
Coating the caught morning
Unfurling the hidden from cold
With misty fingers hiding
The baking aching waits
Feathers caught in camouflage
Beneath the sunning gates
Til in panes they are reflected
A glinting of yet to come
Those marching brilliant tiny blue
A day from night undone
A day from night undone