DenverDawn

Oh now the dawn 
sky turns to a
blue of smoky opal
a depth and richness 
known only to treasure 
The Rockies appear as
an apparition from the 
night like craggy cliffs 
emerging from the mist
certain to crush hope 
of the new world 
The eastern faces of 
tall buildings blush rose
as if they’ve been 
caught thinking dirty things 
Dawn here in Denver 
is such a delicate 
slow dance between lovers