Sunshine Love

2014-03-17 07.27.16

The sun rises through the eucalyptus,
Waits till I pay attention,
Then gently pours warmth on my shoulders,
Paints tiny rainbows on my lashes
To make me smile,
Then monster shadows with silly ears
To make me laugh.

He climbs a little higher,
to throw sparkles on silver hair,
And warm a dream or two in a pale blue sky.
A song bird starts warbling,
Insisting on two notes
As pink oleanders swing to its measure.
A jay squawks a warning
Somewhere up in the pine.

‘I waited for you’, the sun tells the dove
Who flew in on the breeze,
Enticed by pretty berries,
A smell of late Summer,
and a scent of sweetness.
‘You are delightful’ he whispers
to the bougainvillea still seducing bees
with her last blossoms.

The sun then sweeps across the bay,
Pours dusty greens and blues on the Maures,
Then gazes at the Med in a dream of her own,
Drawing lines and curls in pale shades of cloud.
‘But you my dear’, he says smoothing
Some white satin ripples with
a light touch, ‘I simply adore’.

And she flashes her bluest smile.


About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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28 Responses to Sunshine Love

  1. haylimayli says:

    Beautiful photos!


  2. themodernidiot says:

    Oh my. An ending to make you blush.


  3. john zande says:

    I’m afraid to say, your Sol is shifting his focus, peeking down here, seeing what has changed through the winter that wasn’t a winter… again.


  4. Le Soleil, La Med, ta poesie.


  5. Suzanne Richmond says:

    So Lovely….


  6. PapaBear says:

    Ah, the sun is so kind, gentle, and loving…., until she retreats on her winter journey so far from us that only her luminescence, but not her warmth reaches us. Must enjoy while we can.
    The only thing about that 1st picture is that the table only has one cup there, Emm…, where is mine??? 🙂 🙂 🙂


    • emmylgant says:

      Your cup is just off camera Paul!
      Yes, the sunshine must be enjoyed and his warmth ( to me it’s masculine energy) is always a most precious source of comfort.


  7. arjaybe says:

    The sun might be a bit of a flirt, but he always comes back to her, doesn’t he?


  8. Willy Nilly says:

    Your poem can turn a day into a nice dream with a delightful ending.


  9. globalunison says:

    Absolutely lovely. I like the picture too.

    Kind Regards,


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