Light I

A blue light
Of daybreak
Enters the room
Silhouetting pine
Boughs then shades
To yellow as I muse if
A prism could be placed
Along the mountain crest
Between the desert and the
Sea would the light be refracted
Each morning like a rainbow
Across San Diego to greet
Each new day though
The blue to yellow
Seems too fine
To need any
Change
From
How
It is,
Perfect.