The wine sea is gripped
By a rosy-fingered dawn
Her branching digits reach
Up above the brume
As she pulls herself over the hills.
Her beams scatter like seeds
And fallow fields bloom with sunlight
In the evening, she touches the sea
A mirage on the water,
Swirled and spun like tide pools
Against black and crested waves.
The darkness turns to sapphire
At the touch of her glowing sunset.
Beneath the ridges she sinks for rest,
And the ruby sea is held
In the hands of the frostbitten night.
Author's note: Thanks to u/lumtheyak on Reddit for the idea and The Oh Hellos for further inspiration! The sun personified has creepy fingers.
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
