POEM: Dear Sun

Dear Sun,

I watched you raise your weary head
From the hills of Adelaide that were last night’s bed.

You rose up quickly, faster than expected,
Before 6.30am it was like you’d not even rested.

My camera caught your beauty, your radiant explosion of orange,
You drew breath as you appeared as if a bride arriving for her marriage.

Mornings dew melted on grass around me, Flowers opened to grasp the first ray,
And garbage trucks rumbled along Kingscote Jetty,
a reminder that it is Wednesday.

Poem about these photos of this morning’s sun [08.Feb.2017] rising over the mainland as I sat at Kingscote Jetty: