Candyfloss Cumulus

Puffs of pink.

Rolling balls of cottonwool

float in the distance,

in the early morning sky;

the sun not yet up.

But its presence is felt

in the choral dawn,

as those candyfloss clouds

tinged from beneath

with a roseate blush

prepare to welcome the day

through the mist in the meadow;

long grasses reaching;

stretching up,

as if grasping for the cumulus treats

that look close enough to touch.

The sky changes

with every moment:

a blend of colours,

moving from blacks

to purples and pinks;

and a small sliver

of the day’s blue,

just peeping at the edges.

And very soon

will be the silent boom

of the sun's rise

as the world wakes

to a new dawn

and the pink candyfloss clouds drift off,

on their now whitened journey.