Daybreak

Night scoffs at the rising sun.
A blaze of fire states “I’ve won.”
The trees still clad in black display
Give way to light this wintry day;
Their silhouettes slice the changing sky
As the sun keeps climbing high.

Does Mother Nature ever sleep?
Or does she word-paint vision-keep?

Smiling down between her beams,
She sends the snow and frost that teams
Up with the artist’s brush of white
And tints the land a frosty sight.