She Rises.

Fay Slimm.

 

She Rises.


Dawn and night-clouds part the horizon,
Dark muddy blues turn suddenly light
Spilling change on her hues as she rises,
And oh that fullness of sight.

Glow of greeting bequests later heat-time,
Brazen sun brooks no trace of the night.
She aims to captivate dark guilelessly
With oh such flourish of style.

Her blush in pale sky flashes a brightness
Over first tremble of her prelude to fire.
She welcomes day by blazing sublimely  
In oh what a show of surprise

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2020 03:14
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Comments8

  • Fay Slimm.

    I wrote these few lines after sight of a sun-rise last summer - - - hope it helps to illuminate the waiting until summer arrives in the U.K. again.

  • Michael Edwards

    There's sunshine on the horizon - super write Fay.

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • Saxon Crow

    Lovely poem Fay 🙂

  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    A warming write for today Fay, well done

    'The blush of dawn may yet restore
    Our light and joy and hope once more.
    Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget
    That sunrise never failed us yet'.
    ~ Celia Thaxter.

    Ex animo, Alan

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    ANGELA HERE - Good evening Fay ! Thanks for a great tribute to Brother Sun the sustainer of all life on Earth through Photosynthesis and maintainng the ambient Temperature - currently at 16C (= 61F).
    V 1. Let there be light
    V 2. Let the sunlight define the DAY
    V 3. Yes indeed each New Day is a Surprise but it is also
    a Provision. One of our Creators sublime Gifts to Mankind.
    It behoves us not to agravate the SUN into Global Warming !
    The SUN is mechanistic and responds to Our Excesses !

    Blessings & Peace & Joy to You
    Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

  • dusk arising

    Overpowered by majestic sun
    darkness hides in shadows
    until, reaching it's zenith
    darkness recedes beneath
    where rat and damp foulness
    give solace

    Fay sometimes you create a vision in my mind ,with your writing, that has to 'out'. Such was today.

    'Over first tremble of her prelude to fire' what an amazing line of poetry.

  • Goldfinch60

    The sun in our lives is there every morning and always will be, great write Fay.

    Andy



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