The "Dawning" of Realization...

Sometimes does not come
as a sudden piercing beam of morning light.
Rather, it may come
like a rainy morning.
The stillness of night broken
by a spattering of quiet noise
swelling to bullets on the pavement
all unseen, yet observed.
At first, deniable;
later, unavoidable
as channels gurgle in the gutters.
Such a dawn does not burst with color.
By nature
It creeps...
a hint of sheen
to kiss a wet sidewalk.
Flowers take shape, and trees.
Definition, contrast
are gradual things
Coming to foreshadow the colors
of the day that hopes to be.