Mothers sun (sonnet)

by Michael   May 21, 2018


Farewell at last to winters frosty sting
and all the chilly times of snow and sleet
upon a throne now sits our summer king
as winter has to step down and retreat.
The sunrise comes to play a soulful zing,
a graceful tune that stirs a whistled tweet;
an early sound of birds that love to sing
my spirit lifts and brings me to my feet.
I feel the steps are now back in our spring
the wind pervades a breeze of mellow heat
I twist and twirl within his golden wing
so long i’ve waited for this summer treat.
I hope he’ll stay in further days to come
so all can dance beneath our mothers sun

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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Rious

    This is beautiful.

    Best regards,
    Mr. Rious

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Mr. Rious and for reading :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Beautiful Michael and glad to see it was nominated. All the very best

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Dagmar :)x

  • 5 years ago

    by Mark

    Mothers Sun. Beautiful poetry Michael

  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Nicely crafted. It gave me goosebumps!

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Goose bumps can go two ways :)
      Thanks Mr D :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This is lush like mash potato sausage and beans mmm lol

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Haha nice one EM, and thank you for nominating :)X

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