The Sun. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Like the dimming glow of a harvest moon
Uncoiling, fading, slowly.
Like burning embers in a trance,
Lights crimson clouds so lowly.
Translucent stars fall from the night
And blend with morning sky,
Gone! Where flickering dancers go
In the twinkling of an eye.

Replenished, fresh, so leisurely,
It awakens from its sleep.
It breaks the dawn and saturates
This land, it slowly creeps
And casts its weary eyes upon
His guests who wait below.
Its warmth slowly fills the air
Where gentle rivers flow.

Dewdrops trickle to the ground
As the mist begins to rise
Embracing all she touches,
In her semi-conscious guise.
Rising like a wave of silk,
She rides the morning air,
Her dreamy veil envelopes all
Upon this morning fair.

A multitude of hosts await
To burst out into song,
In dormant state, they’ve lain in wait
But now reach out as one.
Rejoicing in a sea of gold
Is rapeseeds vivid throng,
In unison they greet their lord,
And friend, the morning sun.