Dawn

In the Autumn dawn the city streets Are empty and quiet and bare, While across the way in the high stone pile, Lights come on here and there. The sky is soft with the crimson glow That one sees only at dawn; And below the streetlights are turned off, But the traffic lights shine on, Making two glowing color spots Like jewels of ruby and jade; Then traffic starts and very soon The jewel colors fade. Trucks pass in haste, a loud horn blares, Brakes grind as the lights turn red; Workmen with lunch cans rush along To the busy day ahead. Then the roseate sky is turned to grey, Man again takes up his duty, But I will remember throughout the day Dawn's precious vase of beauty.