Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

The Sun Fancies Itself a Prince or King

  
     The sun awakens me in May
        unlike in January
     when it sleeps so long 
        the morn’s nearly gone

     And when it does awaken
        it takes its sweet time 
     fancies itself a prince or a king
        ~ the day long since taken wing

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Daniel Henry Rodgers May 13, 2026 at 10:37 AM Hello Gershon, quite a charming simplicity in how you frame the sun’s moods across the seasons, May waking you with a flourish, January dragging its feet like royalty who overslept. That final sense of the day already slipping away while the sun takes its sweet time. A bright, breezy little moment. Blessings, Daniel

Joseph P. DiMino May 13, 2026 at 7:39 AM Yep, we are contracted to the season, our sensibility and reason. No escaping. We are one with nature -- the revelation is to realize it, and then to act respectfully, accordingly. You are firing on all creative cylinders this morning. Blessings.

Kim Rodrigues May 13, 2026 at 7:20 AM I know! I’ve definitely noticed and also when I leave somewhere at night and it is delightfully still light outside. I think the contrast give us gratitude! Hugs and a sunflower smile (hope it’s not too bright for you)

John Lawless May 13, 2026 at 5:32 AM and it can make your shadow disappear.....so watch your a..

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri May 13, 2026 at 2:55 AM Great fab poem on how the sun takes its sweet time. Kudos! >>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<~~~\\\¤¤¤««««»»»»»» Plz also read and comment my newest poem too

Ink Empress May 13, 2026 at 2:24 AM Love how you’ve personified the sun here; it’s quite deep. The sun, too, probably has its moods depending on the season and time, and it affects our mood and how we perceive the warmth and things as well. Great analogy! Brilliant flow. It was a pleasure reading your poem. Sending you light, always, dear GW