"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Sunrise Shimmy

It is agonizing ecstasy
waiting for the sun to rise
she likes to take her time
that celestial burlesque girl
coy and playful
teasing with a flush
followed by a blush
first the arched eyebrow
of a pale golden cloud
next a soft peach shoulder
shimmies across the stage
before the red hot blaze
of uninhibited beauty
is met by the leafy applause
of lovestruck sycamores
and the cat calls of crows
until the whole of nature
is bathed in the breathless wonder
of the soft supple morning light