Deeply immersed
in the morning
rhythm of the woods,
I didn’t need
the sun to greet me.
Still, when Sol
popped his head out
from behind the rain clouds,
I was grateful
and gave him
a “Good Morning!” wave.
Deeply immersed
in the morning
rhythm of the woods,
I didn’t need
the sun to greet me.
Still, when Sol
popped his head out
from behind the rain clouds,
I was grateful
and gave him
a “Good Morning!” wave.
Birds warble as the/
sun’s beams lick tops of tall trees./
I cool into dawn.
I like waving at/
the sun daily instead of/
just once a quarter.
Or
the sun once a day instead/
of once a quarter.
Someone will brighten/
your life when you stop looking/
into the bright sun.
She gazes eastward./
Surf, sun, sand, sea rise and fall./
Her breathing’s mirrored.
Moments of awe: Suns /
set. Moons rise. You touch me. Oft,/
I can find no words.