September Sun

September sun

Reaching through multiple obstacles
Of pine needles unkempt eucalyptus foliage
And green oleander blades
Morning Sun touches my face in tender warmth

He brushes my cheeks and forehead
Lights my throat in a soft glow
Ignoring the whole world
In blue shade around me

Starlight touches stardust
Gently strumming the soul
In a golden beam
Through the amber screen of my lids

He cannot linger with me
Over a cup of coffee
He must move
And so I watch him play

With glossy leaves and purple bougainvillea
Draw arabesques of evaporation
And throw stars and sparkles on the flagstones
In the gift and optimism of a new day

purple bougainvillea

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to September Sun

  1. UnElephant tire un coup de chapeau!
    Poétiquement parfait.
    Rien d’autre à dire.


  2. Katalina4 says:

    Mmmm, just in from doing my sunrise ceremony and this articulates perfectly that morning moment with the sun. Merci!


  3. john zande says:

    I do so love the relationship you have with nature.


  4. arjaybe says:

    Coffee and morning sunshine. That’ll warm you up inside and out.-)



  5. PapaBear says:

    Sounds like a wonderful start to the day, Emm. Hope it was a great one for you !


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