Poetry Friday is hosted by Sherri at Semicolon.
Sun Night Light
moon
beams
his light
never sleeps
it shines
over me
each night
in the dark
no fire
not burning
but reflecting
his beauty
I think about the sun a lot. It is there everyday, hard not to. But even when I am squinting, or sweating in its heat I appreciate the sun. Even when he goes to shine on others around the corner he still shines for us at night when he kisses the moon. The moon is my sun night light.
Meet up at Teaching Young Writers for a Chalk-A-Bration on July 31st! Chalk a poem or illustrate one, take a photo and link it next Wednesday. Hope to see you there.
I think this is a poem, too:
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