Ms Sun Poem by James Gibbons

Ms sun came out today to play
barley stayed twenty minutes
first time in six weeks, scared off
by this season of drizzle and cold.
Makes an occasional brief appearance,
Shining through the clouds.

She has forgotten all her proper manners,
drummed into mortals since kindergarten
understandable how the ancient Egyptians
believed she was a deity;
every morning without fail, shining bright
She's more than just a pretty face,
but a secrets meant to keep,

Do you remember the shinning glories,
her multicolored fireworks finales.
Dazzling displays of iridescent palettes,
painted against an azure darkened dawn.
Savor the warmth of her cozy embrace;
stillness at noon; when high in the sky silence
broken only by the violins of grasshopper rhythms.
Fertile green fields stretched to the horizon
proudly showing growing things,
both the mighty and the humble;
spreading their canopies to kiss the giver
on her daily journey across the skies.