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A Poet's Challenge
It is not the sun in all its glory
Wherein a poet’s challenge lies
But the promise that is held in its rays
That swiftly moves across the skies
As when the radiant sun greets the day
And scatters its quivering beams
It rains more than ten thousand blessings down
Over mountains valleys and streams
The busy old sun through our curtains shines
Where magnets gleam on the fridge door
Each one glows with a precious memory
Which takes me to a time before?
Old photos taken in moments of time
Caught in the camera’s eagle eye
Of birthday parties and graduations
All treasures of times gone by!
How the sun glistens on magnetic words
Bright adjectives, verbs and phrases
That captures the spark of imagination
To create a poem that amazes
See the sunlight shift to the crumbling wall
Where we hear children laugh at play
While birds are singing upon the wing
On this bright genial summer day
Late in the evening soft and still
When sunbeams dance the shadows long
Now as each flower closes one by one -
A small bird sings his plaintive song
While the big red sun sinks without a word
Painting the sky with heaven’s light
We stir up the fire within the hearth
And close the curtains to the night!
Beryl McMullen
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