Three short lines give us a whole scene: someone walking home at dawn after a night of playing cards. The sky is turning pink in the east, and the speaker has come away with a small win.
The poem never says how the speaker feels, but the mood is easy to read. The word "small" keeps things modest, so there is no big triumph here, just a quiet, mild satisfaction. The pink sky adds a gentle sense of reward, as if the morning itself were a second, unearned prize. The speaker has been up all night, yet the tone isn't tired or gloomy. It feels calm and a little content.
The poem also sets two kinds of winnings side by side. One is the few coins or chips from the game. The other is the free beauty of sunrise, which costs nothing. Judging by the lightness of the language, the second may matter more, though the speaker doesn't say so.