When the Sun Bids Goodbye

Sometimes when the sun Hovering on the horizon in the eventide On a cold, windy winter day Is bidding goodbye at the close of day I watch it almost wistfully Wishing it would linger much longer Oh, the beautifully bright glow And the glory of it, I truly treasure What could be more magnificent? A molecule of melancholy hangs high In the frigid air as I watch the setting sun Slowly and steadily sink into the sea I watch it drowning, and I wish it would Grow arms and safely swim out to shore, to me Is it so wrong to wish it stays through a cold night To bless me with a wealth of warmth? I know with crystal-clear certainty, it will Generously grace me with its presence At tomorrow's sunrise I morosely miss it, still Submitted for... Alliteration - Old or New Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May Date originally written: 11/09/2018 Date submitted: 08/31/2022