A short poem by any standard, it is based on the form of a haiku repeated three times, though would not quite fit the idea of a haiku. It is a poem about a sunrise, and the change between the firey red and the calm blue.
"Three Minutes Past Dawn"
random sparks. grey, red-- (fire and ash like) stream of sand-- dawn . fog deeply breathes. sun alights; drips out; dewy leaves catch, hold webs and other creations. laughing but once, blue awakens quietly. clear skies. far up swallows wide.
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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