Morning Sky

I didn't capture it while I was driving to work
in a meditative state. Soothed by the
baby blues and pinks, I drove toward the sky.
The colors were not like the tacky
wall paint and cliche baby accessories.
No, the pink was soft and new,
pale like a newborn baby's cheeks
And the blue, it was faint and creamy
like the sheer skin of an infant.
Subtle and seamless,
they faded into one another.
It was a new sky, just days after
the new moon. The day was born
with the chance to start again.