Poem -

Just as the Sun was Rising

 Just as the Sun was Rising

Β 
In a world that leaves me feeling deflated and disappointed
I refuse to believe
that this is my lot in life
Β 
sometimes I close my eyes
imagining my very own imagery
Β 
I can see the sunflowers
smiling in the meadows
streaming with light
​​​​​​in that one crucial moment
when the sun
finally beams onto their sleeping facesΒ 
waking them with a start every time
Β 
and the magnificent orchestra of birds
singing their daily opera
reminding me i'm aliveΒ 
Β 
and that very moment
when the sun beams
reach
the terracotta roof of the villa
perched on the hill
almost as if
it was protected by a glow Β 
Β 
clouds moving gently
to the sideΒ 
leaving fresh air
and lavender perfume
for all to savorΒ  Β 
Β 
in a world that leaves me feeling
deflated and disappointed
I refuse to believe that this is my lot in life
Β 
I close my eyes and I imagine
Β 
and i see once againΒ 
the great deer visit me in my back yardΒ 
Β 
just as he used too
many moons ago
Β 
just as the sun was rising.
Β 

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author
Marion

Keep seeing the sunflowers dear lady...even in winter...hugs x

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author
Shirley Harrison

In metaphor and real life yes thank you so much dear Marion. 🌹 🌻

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