The Sun
The sun’s so conscientious
She gives us every dawn—
Her rays across the treetops
And then across the lawn.
Don’t you think it’s wonderful
That sloth is not her sin:
She never just rolls over
And decides she will sleep in?
Leslie Lippincott Hidley is retired from the safety business and lives in a small town in southern California. She has published poetry in Sparks of Calliope and other writing in the Ojai Quarterly and Ojai Monthly. She has just published her first long poem, “The Burglars’ Ball,” available on Amazon and a YouTube video of the same title. It’s a poem about a family of marauding raccoons and how they’re entertained by a boy and his grandfather.
When you personify the sun as a female, it make me think she must be super hot!
Leslie your writing has music to it, is a def. credit to California, and it makes coherent sense to me that you’re being published in Ojai. Your lines have this lilt that recalls the Ukrainian model Daria when she’s walking through the town for H & R’s 2015 advertisement – https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2kvv9e
Thanks for the offering; I hope to see your work again in the future.
Michael and Alec – so both of you get a beautiful woman vibe from this poem? Must be from women who don’t want to get out of bed….
A lovely snapshot of dawn, laden with personification, paints a beautifully vivid picture, Leslie.
thank you so much, Paul.
Sometime terse and simple verse is sublime.