From Dawn to Dusk
You are sustaining in your rising and shining,
A golden light of hope and warmth, feeding nature's thirst of heat.
Up, up you go into the blue, into the clouds, burning and opening your wings to cover the earth,
Pushing your way through the gliders of Smokey cotton and white woolly plumps of cloud,
Pushing your way through, with the biggest stretch.
Opening our hearts to the worship of the golden ball.
Always there, always glowing, a torch in the darkness.
Then comes a true beauty, a shepherd's delight, a wash of colours, splashed across the countryside.
A bedtime story of corals, a palette of delicate hues, leading to strong volcanic surges of Ochre and toffee apple.
Across the sky a chink of heaven emerges, a winking eye of light and then another and another.
Until you brush past the moon leaving the warmth of the day in the brick walls.
A clear night sky has draped itself, as midnight , over the sleep and dreams of those who bury down into the duvet, scorched and tired from the beachy days,
the sun's smiling rays, burnt brown on their foreheads.
Sleepy heads, wrapped in the day, from Dusk till Dawn.
© 2024 Lesley Manning