AWAKENING
A shy sun peeps around a cloudbank like a child freshly woken
"Don't forget me" she says with an eye full of the dew of sleep.
She turns in the thick womb of fleece, her rays like tumbling hair.
In no time she bursts into life gets out of bed
the shyness dispersed and forgotten
turning dreams into other lives that depend on her.
raypool
Fri 29th Apr 2022 13:49
Thanks so much Mark, Holden, New Shoes, Stephen and Stephen for appreciating this poem. Sorry for the delay!
Ray