SUN GLOW
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28am
I see the pale disc
of sun, looking like a golden coin
on the rise
through a streak of cloud
moving into its halo
soaked up
by its own illumination
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28am
I see the pale disc
of sun, looking like a golden coin
on the rise
through a streak of cloud
moving into its halo
soaked up
by its own illumination
Another solid piece Joanna! Once again, the imagery you painted in this poem is grand.
Thank you so much DJ. Your comments mean a lot to me. I am very happy to paint in words rather than on canvas (which I don’t do much anymore.)