Reflections - 7 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Reflections - 7



1Sun

Stillborn was Dark first
Seven horsed He came to wake
Half done, half undone

2Sunrise

Red streaked horizon
Concocting ocean water
Day's nature tonic

3Sunshine

Up the hills piquant
Pinkishrise to breakfast just
Glazed spread in ripples

4Sunlight

Meridian march
Warm loam welcomes with regards
Puckers but hot land

Saturday, September 10, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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