A golden sphere is lifting up so slowly in the east,
The eye is looking towards it, and seeing such a feast,
Blazing with bands of colour, and giving a wondrous heat,
A view that to each observer, is something so complete.
The sphere goes on its journey, and starts slowly rising,
In different coloured guises, it begins such advertising,
Above the trees and fields, of this silent waiting land,
With a spectacle so splendid, so magnificent and grand.
A whole range of hues are seen, within this fiery glow,
Changing as the hours pass by, it then starts sinking low,
And if seen in splendid glory, is a wonderful imposing sight,
Out to the west, where it disappears into our moonlit night.
© Ernestine Northover
A vivid picture painted with the stroke of a poets pen Great Read Smiles Cookie
A golden sphere Another beautiful observation of creation that clearly warms the heart! Excellent! .Pure! . Love Duncan
Sunrise, sunset - how quickly the days are gone. Sad, yet hopeful that that old sun will continue his journey.
A whole range of hues are seen, within this fiery glow, Changing as the hours pass by, it then starts sinking low, And if seen in splendid glory, is a wonderful imposing sight, Out to the west, where it disappears into our moonlit night what a lovey stanza of your rich poem is this one.. the poem is really written with a professional way and the idea is thoughtful.. deep and meaningful enough..well done dear poetess friend.. like your poetry..
A very inspiring and bright poem with perfect rhythm and rhyme, a real joy to read, recite and imagine..Thanks for sharing, Ernestine. A.
What a fantastic thought.Witnessing a full 24 hours watching the firmament and its changes.Weather permitting of course and shared with good company.Great poem Ernestine. Sid xx.
A beautiful choise of words perfectly arranged.... An outstandingly described enjoyable poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the lovely glow.