The first kiss of warmth on my face
Like a returning lover,
Sends a glow deep into my core
I stand, eyes closed,
In the oldest human ritual:
Greeting the sun.
Her ultraviolet energy
Travels through space
Seeps into my skin, my blood
My liver, my kidneys
Sparking the parts of my brain
That hold primordial messages—
Seek food, share, mate,
Laugh, take joy, create.
No wonder I bask in her glory
She balances my world,
Propels me forward
To greet the day.
The ancient stuff. Does our body remember things we don’t?
Definitely. Thanks for reading!
A very good poem. Looking forward to reading it again. Still dark here. I will greet the sunrise with new eyes.
Thank you. Enjoy those special moments where we pause each day and appreciate the complex and riveting beauty around us.
Hey~! We moon lovers gotta get a look in too …
Camera, tripod, midwinter moon on a clear frosty midnight when the fields and woods are deep in snow—
—on second thoughts I think I’ll stick with your summer dawn (come to think of it: is that where they got ‘luna-tic’ from?).
Nice one— (but you may have issues with traditionalists who see ol’ Sol as the archetypal masculine) 🙂
Yes, Argus! Just appreciating a stunning full moon in a clear and very cold sky.
Lovely hommage Melissa!
Glad you liked it, Kiki.
Beautifully written, Melissa ~ ⭐
All the best to you!, Aquileana 😀
Appreciate your kind words. Thanks for reading.
lovely picture and tones
Thanks! I’m a rank amateur when it comes to photography, and would no doubt be helped by reading my camera manual, but that would be far too easy! : )