Aurora

Climbing the stairs
To fetch the morning paper
My eyes leapt to see first light
Coloring clouds to the east.
It tells them
A spectacular dawn
Is in the making.
Coming into day
Broken rainclouds move up from the south,
Their ridges & outlines
Catching first rose tints of sunlight.
In the distance
More clouds scud across
The pine-tops like a flotilla.
O Aurora!
How you ravish
This poor lad.

-after Wang Wei