Good grief! Here comes the sun

The dawn breaks in neat strata,
swept across the horizon,
in sustained steady strokes,
of gold, yellow, and violet haze.

It reminds me of 
the rings of Saturn 
ripped apart 
and stretched
into a multi-banded line.  

Does this stratified dawn have a name? 
I have never seen such a thing. 

I shuffle half-asleep to the eastern window.
Is this phenomenon real?
Am I hallucinating?
Are the prisms of my foggy mind
fabricating this atmospheric wonder? 

Either real or imagined, 
It is gorgeous.

I hunch at the window,
brow pressed against the cool glass.
I watch the horizon
pulsate and blush
as the world turns east. 

Finally, 
The sun breaks the horizon. 
Blazing.
Orange, pink, gold. 
Perfectly round. 
Perfectly sullen. 
A hot plasma Charlie Brown 
Rises to greet the world.