The sun, it sighs
The morning sky harnessed to its shoulders,
Heavy as a boulder
Up a celestial ladder it climbs
An array of fiery colors
Trailing behind
It clambers higher, and
The birds soar and serenade
With the requiem of the night
Trudging to the top, at last
The sun hangs above us, the fire
Blazing blue until
Its heat spills into gold and crimson
Again, at the day's demise
And the moon drags the darkness
In the morning's place
With a furrowed brow and a tightened face.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
