Tuesday, March 13, 2018

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THE SUN SALUTES WOMEN

Rib of creation's quest
Dawn of sky's new morning

Where art those heralds
With music to keep your stepping

Surely the noon sun lined
In shadow's path cannot hide

For splendid being your respite
Allows to continue on in breaths

Cooling the desires of hungry
Epitaphs read to stone psalms

You anchor the anguish of moon
In mood shapes of passing light

And your goodness sparks the destiny
Of planets sun and orbits widening

Then Discourse, wafting windy in leafy
Boughs of mists saluted the sunrise.
THE SUN SALUTES WOMEN © gillena cox 2018
[First posted at FACEBOOK - Sieze the poem]


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