The Sun's Triumph Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

The Sun's Triumph



Single thunderhead
In an empty silvered blue sky
Trying to hold the fiery Sun's light back
With limited success,
The cloud's edges glowed and burned
So intensely.
The Sun was cutting through
And reveal it's crystal majesty
To the raindrenched world
Before the setting time would come.
Washing the skies with many colors.


(6.3.7/The Gift)

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