The Sun

The sun, sleepy, stirs gently
peeking from her bed, childlike
Her hair cloudy curls mussed
From dreaming, her smile bright
blaze in aurora colors, a greeting.
 
Her friends spin gaily around her.
 
The sun, awake stands glowing
watching the dance, bow, flourish
Wallflower at her own ball
Rebelliously spinning
At a pace of her choosing.
 
Time flows, the world passes her by.
 
Sun, brillant sentinel
Gaze on the children below
They play, growing and learning
Under her stately eye, but she is kind.
Gentle warmth of a mother’s embrace
 
Stars born, the universe expands.
 
She, weathered, gleams radiance
Evening, her brightness is dimmed
She makes her way to her bed with
Tired, slowed steps of an elder.
in glint of twilight, she slides to dreaming.
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6 thoughts on “The Sun

    • Thank you 🙂 The moon is also pretty inspirational but in a different way. Late at night is my favorite time of day but I learned the hard way to go to sleep when the baby does or I’m screwed lol.

  1. This was a great way to perk up my day. I loved this poem.

    I wandered over here from Nablopomo because I saw your comment about how hard it is to write with your 11 month old. I can totally relate! Looks like you’re doing a great job, keep it up!

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