Warming Sun
February 27, 2008 by Scout
brilliant, warming sun
breaks through my window
I yawn, close my eyes
roll over, pull the covers
over my head
not yet, not yet
then it hits me!
it’s the sun!
finally, at long last, sun!
birds serenade and greet
the newly lit day
heating, heating sun
growing warmer by the year
a spotted face at times
fiery magnetic flares
warm sunlight streaking
lifeblood of the world
we can only look up and marvel
Well, I’m jealous. No warming sun here. Just a thick bowl of gray sky turned upside down. We are trapped! Trapped, I say!
Today we’re in the 70’s. We’re suppose to be in the 80’s by early next week.
70’s! That’s not right.
I’m totally picturing Little Fluffy Cat in this poem.