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]
Tuesday Platform
Sanaa is prompting.
REVISIT
13 March 2017
