Dawns lke snowflakes

Although we had snow most of last week, I decided the snowy header photo had to be replaced.  This one is a picture of "rosy fingered dawn" -- not in the ancient Greek world but right outside my window.  I wrote a tongue-in-cheek poem about dawn for my poetry class.  It's below.

                             Dawns like Snowflakes

Since Homer set Agamemnon, Ulysses, Achilles--

            All the grubby Greek army--asail to mighty Troy

                        In the “rosy fingered dawn” of European civilization

                        To wage a war, not for flighty Helen, but for lapis lazuli,

Sainted Shakespeare put his glorious words in the mouth

            Of the hoodlum, bipolar, teen-age murderer, Romeo,

                        “envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east

                        and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top”

I am rendered dumb and mum about the daily phenomenon

The sky displays beyond my window as I breakfast.

                        Often, stunned to silence, I grab my Canon Sure-shot

                        To take yet one more photo of yet another blazing formation

Seasonally changing its horizontal location

            Painting varied clouds and sky in ever-new combinations.

                        Damnit! All I can do is answer the Hagaddah question and say

                        This dawn is different from every other dawn every single day

                                    --like snowflakes, like people.