Arose

Clouds like razors slash across sky,
 Starkly bleeding is dawn to the eye.
 Peach warmth touches azure skin,
 Contrasting like yang and yin.

 Darkness draws on the light,
 From skies cold as a winter's night.
 Blue as the north winds blow,
 Huddled in loam the ice roses grow.

 Shadows shrink, a cowardly retreat,
 A waning moon bows in defeat.
 On the ice rose the warmth carries,
 From tip to root blushing cherries.

 Leaching color from the wounded sky,
 On winds soothing as a lullabye.
 Morning serenades each and every day,
 Dawn arose from ashes of grey.

 Hushed in the still of silence,
 Darkness stalks with restless defiance.
 Bating to pounce at a sun's streak,
 Across mellow skies, as light grows weak.

 A bloom resigned, surrenders,
 Bowing to dusk's infinite splendors.
 Fickle moon cold as an icy blight
 Chills once again the roses white.