Poem About The Sun
[Sun-messenger]
Lynn Xu
Sun-messenger
call Life
to me
slowly
and all at
once criss-
crossing in that golden
light
Snail
with your moving shroud
Silver tree
with your thousand roadways
O dream
hurry
go past me
This poem speaks to me and I cannot describe why. These are the shortest days, less sunlight than warmer months. The absence causes me to appreciate what sunlight means to everything. The sun is a giver-of-life. Snail, to tree… And dreams come and they go. All is a gift.
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