Before Tanager starts her morning song. Before Coyote laughs at the newest day. There is a pause. Too dark to see, like the gathering of wits. First a squeeze, just a little bit of orange, And with that squeeze, a cascade is started. Black starts turning to blue. Orange fights its way clear of the initial dab And starts to ooze along the bottom. Encouraged, yellow leaps ahead Shouting to the world of a new day. Getting so bright, turning away And in turning, displayed behind, A tableau, a painting, an inspiration.