Sunlit Musings
Afternoon glow percolates gauzy leaves, limning my stroll with gold.
As I walk in simmering heat, I wonder at the sun’s largesse. Sunlight could frolic
all day above green canopies, never having to touch soiled
earth or trip over uneven sidewalks, yet she bounces between boughs to scatter ultraviolet
starlight across my cheeks, resolute in her generosity. She will
dive into writhing oceans, wobble across muddy
puddles, seep through drawn curtains, peek through storm
clouds if only for an passing smile or an upturned eye. Gifting
her light to each of us, she offers a brilliant joy we can’t help but share.
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Ah.
Writhing
Wobble
Seep
Peek
The manners in which it finds its way to us and then and all. Knowing how very much we need it
Thank you! I was proud of those verbs!
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love how your poem gets at the “resolute” equanimity of the sun
Thank you so much! This poem started out as an attempt to compare sycamore leaves to the sea, but the comparison felt forced, so it became this. It’s more authentic now, and I’m happy you enjoyed it!
You create a strong sense of motion in the poem, drawing us with the sunlight through a cascading journey, until it reaches the very personal.
Thank you!
Adore the use of percolates. Caught me right at the beginning!
Thank you! Shoutout to thesaurus.com for reminding me that lovely word exists!