Dawn?

Faint umber glows beech hedge hunched against skelital trees.
Slow gray, frozen – sullen frost; anesthetic of dark sullen day rise imperceptable,
The slightest note in loured cloud a solitary blackbird speaks.
Silence cleaved, as mostened light seeps in faint tinge of fire;
Welling chorus chimes – to clouds grown crimson.
Velvet depths resolve in cyan hue –
Dried leaves, the breeze bestirs, a reminicance of bounty;
The long chill journey to close.
Radiant hallo shines forth; resolved shadows to set to flight;
Dreick loneliness to flee – curbed in promise; as salmon glows the whisps of day.
In promise of returned warmth long waited –
Calm shelter of clarity, reborn in piping curlew note.