Sunny hello

Inside the sun's late morning hello,
I am rooted, in long, long pauses,
I delight its happy grip ,on my shoulder's woes
As the season new drives into these bones ,
that have held hard, hard
Onto Winter's reigns as it galloped full speed
Meaning to throw me down

Its black hoofprint of anxious weeks
With darkened dawns and buttoned down doors
Seem distant thoughts as I stir scant clouds,
With outstretched hands towards the bluest blue sheet
That opposes all that came before

The stream in which my toes once felt
the frolicking waters that journey valley down
Did once and will once more again
Feel that stallion's muzzled ice

Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-02-11 at 20:33

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful meditation on the summer's first arrival, "the sun's late morning hello." I can relate to it very much. :)

Hi Lacy I'm glad you read it and enjoyed your own interpretation. Believe it or not it was intended as a Spring poem. It was a warm sunny morning here when I wrote it. The stallion is Winter.

LacyxDevine The PoetBay support member heart!
Is this describing how it is to age (get old)? That's what I felt from it, and I related a lot. Really nice.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
It's primal, visceral, vital.