Like the Sun

Version 1

Like the sun,
you bloom spring colours.

Attentive,
you behave like the snow.

I cannot decide
if you are the
sun or the moon.

I like to think
you are both
the sun and the snow;
beautifully complete.

Version 2

Like the sun,
you bloom spring colours.

Attentive,
you behave like the snow.

Like the moon,
you mesmerise, lighten.

I cannot decide
if you are the
moon or the sun.

You are many.
Sun and snow,
moon and sun,
winter and summer,
autumn and spring.

Notes

I thought I would show you multiple versions of a similar poem, as this is often the creative process I go through to get to a final version.

I’m interested to know which one you like better.

Thunder

Warm caramel fudge cools
in the Sunny Spring kitchen.

Night has come, foreboding;
a buzz of something in the air.

The cats get the Zoomies
then the birds start their chatter
as the trees become loud.

The porch chair waits for me
so I sit for a while and look
skyward for signs of life,
I see the clouds move in.

An intensification of feelings
as the first rumble shakes
the atmosphere into action.

Another tenor rumbling,
then a flash of light;
the sky is dancing wildly.

I cannot pull away from
the sight, even as you
speak of the dangers.

Droplets drum the roof
then the porch is alive with water.
I reach out to touch the heavens;
you don’t say a word.