Sunrise

On the dark-blue sky

The dawn burst red.

In golden glow, spry

Sun rose from its bed.

When sun-light came back,

By the sky reflected,

It met on its track,

New rays just projected.

And when bright-gold, blended rays

Spilled, suddenly lighting earth’s face,

The blue hue of a new day

Spread around the sky’s surface.

Sergei Yesenin (1895 - 1925)