Sunlight falls
like a bouquet of flowers,
turning the dust motes
into spun gold.
The golden dust floating down
spills onto the trees and flowers,
onto the grass,
bathing everything in it's golden glow.
I hold a drop of the
golden Sun
in my palms,
shining forever.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sun, the life giver, warming and nurturing. Our beautiful Earth is just the right distance from the Sun, neither too close nor too far. It's said that, the Sun God comes every morning riding a chariot driven by 7 horses, the seven horses depicting the seven colours of visible light and seven days of the week. Surya Namaskar, salute to the Sun is a practice in Yoga, an exercise , a flow of sequence which has got twelve gracefully linked asanas.
- Category: Nature
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Comments4
Yes, though we know on Earth it does not last forever. Seasons come and go. I suppose we should make the most of it while it lasts, while it is here.
Just what I need to read after all this poor weather we've had in england. A cold and rainy may....
'turning the dust motes
into spun gold.'
'golden Sun
in my palms,
shining forever.'
wonderful imagery, thanks for sharing
Thank you all. So happy to hear the positive comments and appreciation.
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