Blinded by the Sun

by Maple Tree   Mar 9, 2016

Drenched -

Perfumed blankets waft
within a pleasurable cup
of Joe and nothing seemed
more pleasant than the
true reality of that moment.

Sun greeters find lazy irises
whispering of early spring
as frozen dandy's awaken
a spirited sleep.

I've been known to frolic
as trees struggle to find
rebirth, after a long winters

However, old age has weighted
my pockets with stones and these
rooted bones no longer sway
within spring breezes;

But the sun awakens me
from another dance on the moon
from the night before,
I'll forever be a nature dancer
even if it takes me a little
longer to dance....


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  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Another really excellent poem in particular l
    like the description of old age weighing us down like stones in pockets and the rooted bones no longer swaying within spring breezes

  • 2 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I am a nature freak and I love the beautiful description and remember the fun times. Unfortunately age will slow us down. Take care

  • 2 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    LOVE this and you so much! The dance, the spirit in this piece (not to mention how I shrieked at the mention of coffee and the use of "frolic" which I don't see much).

    Only thing, in the last stanza: "Ill" should be "I'll".


  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Beautiful Andrea, I too am a nature frolicker, unfortunately just like you age has slowed me down. I just love the descriptive, totally see this in my mind.Brenda

  • 2 years ago

    by DarkLight

    Another beautiful piece. I like your thinking when it come to poetry.