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.

The bossy One

It’s Spring, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.

Winter hasn’t done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.

Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being so bossy,
but we all know that Winter
is like an older sister
who loves the younger one so
and cannot let go.

It’s Spring,
but I’m glad Winter is near,
for I do love her
and
the way she makes me feel.
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