Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Sun Burnt

by G. Jack Urso



a red sun at night

might mean delight

when the whisper of winds

are stilled from flight

 

a red sun at morning

brings bitter warning

to those whose horizons

are wide and soaring

 

the sun up at dawn

breathes fire and yawns

lights life for a time

then quick it is gone



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