Even As It Fades[1]

Pallid platinum clouds trailing slivers of silver hide verdant foothills of giant purpled ranges peaked in dazzling white, the air thick and moist, pregnant with possibilities hardening into probabilities; dawn packing to leave again.

Dawn, a fickle lover, opinionated and precocious, a constant visitor, if but for an instant, a shadow, an echo, a recent memory, too much and too little, always in all ways.  A vision drawing me from comforting covers for a kiss, hello and goodbye in one.  A confusing aftertaste, bitter, sweet or bittersweet?  Hard to remember and impossible to forget, even as it fades.