Dawn on Cliff Ave

dim light on the cracked pavement
a dismal reflection
of the faded pastels
in warm hues spreading
across the sky above
burning tree remnants collect
along the dark iron tracks
and concrete walls
still more warm contrast
against stark cold
of early frosty hours
the gray may cloud the day
and hide away
the light once known
yet among these
numbing and
detrimental prospects
hope rises
on the horizon still
and life pushes forward