The Sun Rose RedA Poem by Sunflower/Sara KendrickFree verseAs Dawn cracks over the horizon The small crescent moon takes a bow Greeting her was his delight For she paints silver in his hair
The moon was hardly visible Painted the same shade of blue That sky chose as a cloak On this morning of early dew
The cloak of blue had a trail of mist That shrouded the hills and valleys A misty blue to silver gray That was light and very airy
The birds enjoy the cloak That fanned the air with damp And cool mist of the night But soon the sun put on another
Cloak as the she came fully light A cloak of brilliant red She wore to grace our summer day Red as red poinsettias tips
On a gray December day That means that the sun Will bring heat as hot as A fiery oak wood coal
The cool of the morn Will go as the summer Has bid us a warm hello The moon with his silver hair
Has disappeared into the night Of another land so swiftly Did he go to bring a high tide To another world..low tide for our shore
The sun rose cloaked in red Bringing her heated stove She will bake and cook some rocks And heat the south hot I suppose
© 2010 Sunflower/Sara KendrickAuthor's Note
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