Sahara Sun Poem by Angela Wybrow

I looked to the skies,
And I got a surprise,
When, in a sky of slate grey,
On a warm, Autumn day,

A perfect circle of orangey-red,
Sat there serenely above my head.
But, to me, it looked wrong:
As though, it didn't belong.

I thought to myself 'That can't be right! ',
As I struggled to believe this quite bizarre sight.
I looked at it, and I then looked again,
And wondered if I was going insane.

It was a sight which I'd not seen before;
Its breath-taking beauty, I could not ignore.
But, from the sun, there were no rays;
No cheerful glow on this dark, dingy day.

The sun, to me, had never looked stranger;
Inside of me, I felt a slight sense of danger.
The air that day was muggy and warm;
I knew that out West, there was a storm.

At the strange sight, I curiously peered:
To me, the sun looked seriously weird.
Although it was there before my eyes,
I have to confess,
It took a while for my brain
To fully process.

I wondered if my eyes were busy deceiving,
As the sight before me took quite some believing.
Inside our house, there was a gloom;
As though the sun had set on darkening rooms.

By the sight, some folk felt charmed,
Whilst others were left feeling pretty alarmed.
That very strange day, I'll never forget:
It was the weirdest weather I've witnessed as yet.