Dawn was having one of those days
When, looking through the morning haze
I realized, she could not find
Just the dress she had in mind.
First she appeared in soft dove gray;
After due considering, tossed that away
And donned a lovely rose-striped mauve
That she was particularly fond of,
With an accent belt of gold lame–
Decided that was just not Today.
She quickly changed to a blue and white float
With puffy cloud-pearls at the throat.
No time remained for another change
For Sun was coming into range.
Off she hurried in her latest robe,
Chasing Night around the globe.
Ethel L. Ingalls