Copper Sun

copper morning

The autumn sun appears shielded in copper
With the softness of wisdom
And the warmth of compassion.

He rises slowly
Examines each leaf and blossom
Peaks in the underbrush and
Throws mystery shadows willy-nilly.

He slowly surveys
The harvest of intentions
Scattered about, caught
In brambles and streambeds,
Stuck on cobwebs and sappy bark…

What to do with all those abandoned
Thoughts and partial dreams?
Sift and save or gather and burn
With all other sorrows at the winter solstice?

The fall sun ponders
How far he has come
And how far he must go.

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About emmylgant

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

  1. john zande says:

    Oh wow, one your best… and that’s saying something!

    He rises slowly
    Examines each leaf and blossom
    Peaks in the underbrush and
    Throws mystery shadows willy-nilly.

    Gorgeous imagery.


  2. ‘The harvest of intentions’
    And the rest of it is just as good.
    And just as sad.


  3. makagutu says:

    Beautiful and the pictures look like some of the sunrises I have witnessed in my neck of the woods.


  4. Willy Nilly says:

    Em, that magic pen creates masterful day-dreams. Silly wee Willy Nilly made me read, “Throws mystery shadows willy-nilly,” three times. Then he bounded off the window sill to root around in the garden for intentions, abandoned thoughts, and partial dreams. He found plenty and was left to wonder what to do with them as I watched from the window. Silly dragon, he is infatuated with your magic. I think I might be as well 🙂


    • emmylgant says:

      Please tell the wee dragon that he may be infatuated, but I am quite smitten by his magic as well.
      Thank you so much for playing with me.

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      • Willy Nilly says:

        What could be better than shared visions released from the words written in magic pen? Poor Willy, his eyes grew big as saucers and he ran off to the garden. I’ve not seen him like this before. He picked a small flower and stood facing the northwest, holding his wee paws to his chest, the flower under his nose. He smiled and not even the careful passage of the neighbor’s cat could divert him from his thoughts. Such powerful magic is delightful to behold. 🙂


  5. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Love it! Totally love it… I am the Copper Sun!


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