April 22, 2025 A poem to celebrate what I see and imagine from my living room window on this Earth Day. No picture, just use your imagination.

 Sun’s Kiss

Birds twitter announcement

the arrival of the end

of the soft cozy blanket of darkness

Shifts for a slight golden glow

Sliding into oranges and violet pinks

Growing into a far off fire

Outlining a white headed

Old man that hunches over

to raise his lady’s face to his own

as streams of the coming

Day shoot laser eyes

Through tall trees

Stretching their arms

Up to hold the cotton candy clouds

As a garland on a young lady’s head

who sits at the old man’s feet

she is ready to dance

into a day that invites her

with the rising light

as a doe waits and listens

for her cue to lead

her fawn to forage

on the forest floor

tilting her head

to see the last visible star

faintly blink as morning

pulls off the cover of night