Dispeller of Gloom - Hs

while the world is dead, the sun with its golden hue, brings back life to it. the sun’s sharp bright rays, like fine spears pierce all alike, forcing them to rise. lotuses in ponds… bloom when the sun’s rays hit them, with birdsong woods fill. burbling streams present glint of light on their water, and rainbows many. the sun, dispeller of gloom, makes all under it to bloom! Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest Other poetry form only. Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel Date: o7-06-2023