A new day, sparkling and wet
Droplets left behind to shine
As the sun breaks through
Though the storm was welcome
Washing everything away
Making the world fresh again
Taking with it pain and worries
A lingering scent
Still a thickness in the air
A thrill of excitement
As the sun comes up
Shedding light on the world
Clean again
The east began blushing behind the trees
While the moon hung over the lea
And the velvet of night turned to sapphire hue
Like the blue of a newborn sea.
No breeze cared to move the whispering leaves
But they whispered themselves alone
And the first rays of sun kissed the cool of the morn
Before mounting the aerial throne.
The dew-spangled grass glittered pure and unspoilt
As if hundreds of diamonds were strewn,
Or like dozens of tears had been carefully dropped
From the pearlescent eyes of the moon.
Blue shadows hung shyly beneath the boughs
Of the emerald, sylvan-king;
The ancient pine swayed and held his court
With the swallows on the wing.
With a glorious, final shout of gold
The sun was now enthroned
While the world rejoiced like a sinner saved
That the night's dark was atoned.
The summer sun has gone into hiding
leaving us with these cloud covered skies.
The west bound breeze is cold and damp.
Happy moods are dampened too.
Clouds equal depression
as sun equals joy.
Gone just one day,
I miss it.
Come back
sun.
The sun set like a fireball but invisible
Clouds had the it hidden from view
So the sun won the battle
Casting the whole western cloudy sky red
Even clouds wrapped to the northeast paled pink
Beauty for humans ~ animals? to behold
Blessings to end the day, excitement at God's paintbrush
Thank you God for your love and bounty
Cody came home yesterday!
In the forest where the sun beats
upon trees that have stood over time
Battered for years withstanding the elements
each season bringing a new look to the ever changing landscape
Becoming home to millions of birds and insects that thrive within
The ripening fruits of spring bring in nature's bounty
A feasting time, red clusters of ripe berries growing in the underbrush
As the mist rises , the sun breaks through branches in yellow lemon shades
The multitude of leaves become a natural camouflage for insects to survive
Eroded landscape, a reminder of eons that have passed
Dead limbs tell of a tortuous past , it's failure to thrive,
A place where man's footsteps once passed, stepped on, survived
Shaded areas, where moisture gathers, scrub and grasses overgrow
A place for hunters to lie in wait, amongst the green lush growth
As seasons ever change, this forest continues to thrive
Tuffs of grass, withered and dry, eroded hillsides carved away
Broken shale, where a blade of grass refuses to grow
A peaceful place that thrives all nature bestows.
Where we hail home, our native land
The sun rises in the east
Our harsh winters here
Make the sun impossible to beam
Come winter's end
When everyone emerges
To welcome in the spring
The sunrise is brilliant
From one extreme to the next
Through winter's cold
And spring's stare
My sunrise is to remember
Won 1st. place
Contest Sunrise Vs. Sunset
Sponsored by: H.Garvey Daniel Esquire
Written by: Shannon Deane
It happened all of a sudden
My own village outgrowing its own space
With its sun bathing golden paddy spikes gone for good
Usurped as they are by the murky canopies of rubber trees
A second hand substitute with a sky high profit line
Through which a speckled sun peeps down
On fields which were once free of fleas and ticks
Whose air grew a thousand butterfly fingers
To caress you to a new life
And which is now home for midges and mosquitoes
Sinking fast hostile barbs into your same-same flesh
That but flinches though immune to pin pricks
Uncured as they are of avarice.
Dusk...
Twilight
comes creeping
with pastel paints,
on sky, its canvas.
The graffiti artist.
Nature's splashes of colour
creating an abstract mural
envied by the most famous artists.
Dusk, the painter, nightly displays her art.
As the setting sun sinks behind the lake
the bright glow of a sinking fireball
distracts the eye from pastel hues.
As the sun seemingly sinks
into the blue water
the violet sky
draws the eye back
to colours,
vivid.
...Dusk
In the dawning of the days sunlight,
with the glowing of the sun so bright.
We watch the sun from day till night,
peering at the rays of glimmering light.
With the splender from the suns delight,
it fills ones soul with great incite.
The suns one way God shows his might,
and makes all things in this world feel right.
Sensations of happiness and joy that it can invite,
like watching a bird in its graceful flight.
For if these feelings begin to excite,
like the strike of a match let them ignite.
Good Morning!
Radiant and bright soleil;
reveals what darkness conceal'
Brilliant sun shines horizon;
sky filled with hues of crimzon
Rays of sun touch the earth;
dew drop' buds, birds churp.
Crisp and fresh mist in the air;
gentle caress as a mother's care.
Blossoming buds, humming bees;
streched wings of wandering geese.
Tweets birdie Good Morning!
happy singing and churping.
- Mugdha Prabhakar Bhurke
The sleepy sun sinks
Beneath the gray blanket
Of the restless waves
But the earth doesn’t rest
Shadowed shapes linger by the shore
Watching the glowing “good night”
Silhouettes entwine in the twilight
And drift along the sandy beach
The sun winks
And blinks one last time
Then all fades to black and gray
The murmur of the waves
And the whispers of love
Are all that can be heard
...i'm cold maybe by stretching i can recieve affection from the sun look out here i
come still feeling weak i might be able to catch something to eat now full i find
myself wet asking the sun for a pet to dry my eyes so i can see my children laying at
my side watching them grow old is really fun when i'm only a tree that seeded them
free..
A walk through the woods
Can lead you anywhere,
A magical place under ground,
Or maybe in the air.
I always seem to end up
In the same place,
Looking at the sun,
Right in its face.
But it's not the sun that gives
You warmth on the outside,
But the sun that gives
You the warmth on the inside.
It fills you with happiness,
With glee!
Just this sun
And me.
All around me,
Butterflies and bees,
What a great time
When there's a sunset in the trees!
The sun rose bright red not a dark cloud in sight
Few whispy cotton clouds spread around blue sky
Redtail Hawk in sky left nest for morning flight
On those cold air currents he did swiftly fly
Door was opened by east north easterly wind
Letting out illness, death, want_then in comes health
The sun set covered in dense clouds_cold its shroud
Will it rise in morn purple horizon proud
Hushed morning.....
A winter scene from my bedroom window
of soft pearled fields sloping to the sea
Rose hips, blood red with white frosting
Naked branches as snow falls from bough to bough
Pale melon sun shines, as a thaw struggles in
A steel grey sky mirrors a stilled ocean
Shadows of Spruce elongate the milk carpet
Pistachio ivy clings to the tree trunks
freezing fog lingers, the feeble sun waning
as a blackbird hops, mirabelle beak pecking
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