The Sun~ A Sonnet Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

The sun arose as usual in the East
Warming up my wearied heart
A flashing egg-yolk of a feast...
While Dawn played her light-filled part;
Brilliance of a thousand sun-lit beams
Utterly delighted these sleepy eyes of mine
Preferring day to the ebon of night, it seems
I gladly drink in, this days sweet wine;
The shimmer-glimmer of the radiance borne
Sets keen deep inside my eyes gladdened surprise
Oh, here's to the joyous glory of this days morn
And, yes, to the wonder of these sun-filled skies;
Radiance, oh radiance-how great thy Sun
Enlightening all of our ways-'til this glorious day be done;


By, Theodora Onken

December 9,2012