Sunlight shines brightly,
Soaring skyward,
Soft, silken shadows shift,
Scattering sweet solar rays.
Bold blue beams,
Brilliant sky bakes,
Broad, beautiful boundless blue
Brings bright bliss below.
Cumulus clouds drift,
Cotton-white crests,
Curving calmly,
Creating cool, casual shapes.
Sunbeams steep soft soil,
Scorching subtle sands,
Spreading summer's strong spark
Surrounding silent spaces.
Flounder float far,
Facing deep dark depths,
Finding fine fishing
For this prime, perfectly sunny day.
Warm weather warms world,
Waking wild woods,
Whispering wind waves
With welcome warmth.
Clear clouds float far,
Fluffy forms flickering
From forgotten frontier fields
Forever forward.
Beaming brilliance bakes beach,
Brightly blazing,
Bestowing boundless warmth
Before big broad skies.
Stately sun stands still,
Shining strong rays
Silently, safely,
Soaking soft scenery.
Spring, I love you
Warm sunbeams dance
Life starts anew
Green everywhere
Flowers unfurl
Joy fills the air
Soft breezes blow
World starts to grow
Gentle and slow
Fresh colours bright
Spring's lovely sight
Pure, sweet delight
We love these fields where golden sunbeams lie.
They're like a canvas, part of nature's art.
The whispering winds within those leaves do sigh.
Down here I feel the music in my heart.
And in that hall such music then unfolds
that symphony, its every pitch and tone;
concerto now with stuff my gay heart holds
as treasure - and I'm glad I'm not alone.
We're keen and jolly, sparkling, wild and gay.
You fill my heart with happiness, it swells
my very soul with gladness, yet I say
I'm getting something curious, and it smells.
I do so love you, know you love me too,
but oh I know you need a great big poo.
(written on 8 Feb 2026)
(this is not based on anyone in particular - and it was written accompanied by red wine on a Sunday)
through kitchen window sunbeams bring dust particles to life
The summer rains they came today
washing winter woes away
seems so long since they were here
welcome back old friend to near and dear
memories awakened from the sky
with the petrichor of years gone by
precipitating dreams of lazy days
illuminating sunbeams in a haze
which full-circle brought me back to you
and the fun things we used to do
walking on weekends in the park
looking like bookends on a bench after dark
sun-drenched rain-soaked anyhow
but where in the world are we now
glass bottle vase
takes prideful place,
reflecting sunbeams
upon poverties face
Africa, gentle your fiery wild blaze,
Lest heat waves plunder my safari days.
I seek adventure, wild, fun-filled and free,
Not scorching sunbeams that beg to drain me.
The savannah's golden vastness beckons,
Two giraffes emerge, my stares they reckon,
Their eyes bright, like ancient wisdom, meet mine,
My camera begs to flaunt their design.
Their gaze gave a shared fleeting scary bond,
My heart beats fast, with great wonder beyond,
The shutter clicked to a frozen delight,
Memorable moments captured pure bright.
sun's rays beam on land
soaking up excess water
clouds become heavy
See
…a monarch butterfly’s
silently
fast fluttering wings
flickering shadows
breaking
sunbeams…
—
(with inspiration from
Darlene DeBeaulieu’s poem “The Rain”)
(c) sally young eslinger 7/9/2024
Thanks to God ——
In the barn turned snack bar,
I scraped the face of my big toe
ascending the stairs. I didn’t care.
Sucrose sweets, summertime treats
belonged between my loosening teeth
Rotting wood, bumblebees
yellow plastic baseball bats
rolling hills flowed in the break of trees
God was shaking the dust out of his welcome mats
At the time He appealed to me, because
sunbeams were his means to call us home,
His warm tender tractor beam
pulling souls wherever they shone
so encapsulating
so intoxicating
so comforting
Please harpoon me my Lord of Light
pull me in, I’m a prize of a catch.
For every day that I stay here, a chipwich
becomes a less appealing snack.
Frightened foxes
Seek night for
Chicken-stealing
Birds are free from
Guilt-consciousness
They predate
What they predate
In daylight
?
Ethical equilibrium!
A glint of iridescent light
summons colors that catch my eye;
flickering in and out of time.
A stunning, splendiferous sight;
a handsome hummingbird drops by,
its reflective sheen, so sublime.
Spotting it is a true delight
for they're constantly on the fly,
hovering, they'll turn on a dime.
Shimmering, fluorescent, and bright;
are apt adjectives that apply
to this harbinger of springtime.
When sunbeams and feathers entwine,
emerald and scarlet hues shine.
As the sun's beams of light pierce through this solemn morning's clouds,
My own heart's mournings are echoing beyond the atmosphere's shrouds
Into the vastest void we call space, away from Earth's crowds.
Imagination fills our heart with delights
Fairies, leprechauns, dragons, and such,
Doing things with a mere transient hunch
Taking us to see most remarkable sights
We can only experience in wildest dreams,
Real in our childhood, lost as we slowly age
Comes a time we dismiss wizard and sage.
But, I still believe in wishes and sunbeams
I see no harm in wishing on a distant star
Or tossing a coin in a beautiful fountain,
Believing we can climb the highest mountain
Or travel to exotic places calling from afar.
(Even Poetry can recall the warm days of summer.)
** In the August Heat **
———————————————————————
August roasts the red pears
Sitting crowded on the sill…Spoiling
With no protection from
The open, lime-tinted curtains
Speckled with tiny violets.
Shimmering sunbeams stream diagonally
Through the room’s air, while outside,
A lost cricket, cornered under a deck step,
Chirps! A repeating string of chirps!
His true place is elsewhere
In the night, by a willing mate. The natural
Balance of his 250-million-year-old species
Is upset — with only the heat sustaining him…
With his chirping! Chirping rondo!
With the promise that she will come.
So, there he crouches. Night…Night will come.
Heat will stay. His summer life yet has time to go.
So he waits. Chirping! His chorus repeats!
She will come. They will touch when meeting
Then flee on to their otherwhere.
The coming night’s course will please.
So he waits…Earnestly chirping!
Feeling the vibrations along his black back,
He waits. In his summoning melody,
He chirps! And, she will come.
———————————————————-
(c) sally young Eslinger 1/2022
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