A Song for the Sun

Song for the Sun

Hannah Holtgeerts

 

It yawns its pinks and peaches,

seeping up the sky

like an ageless sand across

the tides of time.

 

The sharp singing

will splash over this city,

will wash big shoulders

with a fiery flood.

 

But at this breath,

its seeking soul finds mine,

helps me rise –

bask in the humanshine.

Hannah Holtgeerts hannahholtgeerts@gmail.com