These tropic mornings when the eastern horizon is heaped with cloud, and Jupiter, Mars, Venus and Mercury wade into the day before the sun, I wait with my coffee on the terrace, and...
...Then the sun,
Orange, red, red erupted.
Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,
Shook the gulf open, showed blue,
And the big planets hanging --
(from Ted Hughes, The Horses)