Sunrise over Edenvale

In Edenvale the summer breeze
shivers through some willow trees
and the morning sun sizzles
hot red in the east
like coals flaring up
from the large tin drum
and the night is gone
where some early workers
are warming their hands
where the night lies spilled
like the burned out white ash.

[Reference: sunrise over edenvale by Dikobe wa Mogale.]