Our golden, fiery ball
By Rhiannonw
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Boldly arcing across the blue,
rivers a-glitter, sparkle anew,
colours awakened, vivid the scene
(– moonlight just paints with a silver sheen),
rays pour down from our golden orb
alighting on trees which capture, absorb
to spark manufacture, nourish and grow;
white gold splits up into spectrum bow
as storm yields to sunshine, soothing long,
uplifting and restful, exciting a song
– when sky’s thickly veiled, we yearn for gold,
return of the brilliance, countering cold:
a golden universe, with water and shade
where only happiness will pervade.
[Poetry Monthly July: golden]
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You've written some wonderful
You've written some wonderful words here Rhiannon, giving the season that special glow.
Jenny.
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I am a bit over the sun right
I am a bit over the sun right now (justifiably I think!) but all the same, this is a lovely poem Rhiannon
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I like the contrast with the
I like the contrast with the silver light of the moon. Sun seems to put a smile on people's faces. But that probably depends on there being cold wet days, too. Very pretty poem, Rhiannon.
Parson Thru
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