Alone atop a hill,
an ornamental willow
dances in the breeze.
Long limbs form a lovely gown
that gracefully sweeps the ground.
Adored by the sun,
the willow is not weeping.
She blooms rosily!
April’s first shower has passed;
for the sun alone, she shines.
The Solo Dancing Ornamental Tree (new title for the sonnet version)
An ornamental tree with willow leaves
upon a promontory stands alone.
In April’s breeze, each limb, cascading, weaves
with fragrance. She is dancing on her own.
I wonder how she came to be at all.
Her roots lie in a solitary place
where few traverse to spy her - lithe and small -
there moving in rain’s aftermath with glee.
In small degrees, the sun has climbed the sky.
No longer pallid, he is smiling down
upon the swaying willow. By and by,
Her graceful limbs shine like a lacquer gown.
Her lovely blooms have opened to expose
The splendid blush of buds with hue light rose.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Another morning filled with sun
Beckons the mind to open where,
Clearing the cobwebs has begun,
Dreaming so many words to share.
Enjoy my tea and my muffins
For this is when I’m most at peace
Grab pen and paper, fun begins
Hoping a new poem will release.
Imbedded in my mind are words,
Just wish I could remember some!
Knocking around, but never heard
Laugh it off, someday they will come.
Many thoughts appear thru the night
Never found with the morning light!
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
The trees stretch silver branches
In the late December sun ,
The robin perched there watches
As we offer him our crumbs.
The elegance of shapes laid bare
Forgives the winter cold.
And side cast sun rays clearly
Touch the embers of my soul.
Too soon the quarter moon will rise
To send the sun away.
So let us all wipe clean our eyes
To see what Winter says.
For all the while the world rotates,
Regardless of our fate.
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2013
Sonnet On The Sun
One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun
Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever
But there within the walls of love light sealed
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever
There in the wicket world concealed, revealed
That Winter breaks for kinder weather
My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
If I could etch this vision in my mind,
watercolors on the horizon find.
Setting glows of orange and red,
pinks and yellows mingled threads.
Your gift of light fantasia see,
earth's at peace and harmony
Watching such a glorious glow,
knowing wars and angers grow.
Floods and famines, earthquakes roar,
warming earth's internal floor.
Rapture waits beyond the door,
Let not the Albatross give soar.
God's gifts of peace and gentle rest,
The sun will rise, the sun will set.
Copyright © Jeralynn Clark | Year Posted 2010
What inward sight illuminates our way -
Whose lucid eye can all the ages span -
To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway
Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?
The luminary moon, when night is done,
Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.
The lotus always turns to face the sun
And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?
The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn
Their intuitions - blind who lead the blind -
The common mortals - blind when they were born -
With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.
We look - we stare - we gaze and gaze - but we,
With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.
– Harley White
< October 6, 1999 >
Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2014
As the Earth revolves around its dear Sun
So, too, do I revolve around my verse
I understand not why the only one
Who dares to read it wants to reimburse
What they previously put in their purse
As all that matters is easily found
In here, unless they wished to find my curse
Marvelous mutterings make their own sound
Upon the frostbitten, heatbitten ground
- Don’t tell me you can’t their breaking hearts
From lost revolvers, weighing but a pound
In the universal car’s broken parts
We are the oil, unwanted but we
Roam the stars for our immortality
Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2016
The stars are a stravage of solar light,
Whose strands of extraterrestrial stars,
Are spat from far suns into eyes at night.
What past has passed away from those afar,
Who's seen the twinkles sprinkled in the black?
Does our sun seep into eyes on planets,
Beyond Earth's evening worn when light does lack?
Does water wash other shores of granite,
On spots spinning round a larger spun spot?
Our own star is but the stravage of light,
Round and round with what else its orbit caught.
Spat great distances at another night.
Where eyes do gaze from their orbital planes,
To see what in us no longer remains.
Copyright © Brendan Simons | Year Posted 2017