A repost to take the edge off autumn 🙂
The Shining
Ra’s rays cascade,
A dying star, firing Vitamin D past my face,
All the way beyond, to the grass blades,
On which I lie, denying them the promiscuous light,
It wins every staring contest, ridiculous, too bright
So I close my eyes, absorbing it’s comfort as ‘lids turn rose red
Winter killed off the flowers, now it resurrects a rose bed
Burning incessantly, turning skin pleasantly, darker
Until I’m ready to scarper from the park
Awaiting the moon to reflect its glory after,
Plucking it from the sky, for turning the horizon pink.
LionAroundWriting 