Friday, August 20, 2010

Sun, flowering

As day draws to a close,
the sun decides
she's had enough
of nurturing all those other flowers
and in a burst of energy --
just before she drops
below the hills --
she tries on
a few petals of her own.
I think I'll be a rose today,
or perhaps a yellow primrose,
she says,
and tucks her rays into soft folds
like a golden cloak
to ward off the impending chill
of evening.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

You live in so beautiful a place. I really do have to get out your way.