Classy Sun Poem by Hans Ostrom

All that light today. So generous

of the sun, the only one.

The shape of objects could be known

without touching them: often helpful



A crow poked at a bone,

which shone pearly gray.

I was witness to this and other

tableaux, as sunfalls



poured down and down

and the sun gave as much

of itself as it could. It is

a dedicated, hard-working star.



I waved my appreciation.

The sun acknowledged this

by splashing some light

on my hand. Classy.





hans ostrom 2020