The Sun

The sun is not the same

 in morning, at noon, 

or at sunset.

The sun's light carries us

the joy in early hours.

The sweet taste of rest

in the mid day.

But as it sets down

melancholy raises to have us in its grasp.

It whispers to us

that any day could be our last.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Excellent insight here. We are told that the sun is seen differently at different times of the day. The symbolism could be expanded to include life itself in the different phases of its cycle. We are also told to recall the impermanent nature of physical life. When we do this, gratitude for the moment can be our only response. Well done,

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, John the Baptist

I took a sneak-peak at your profile. Your words carry extra weight because of your career. I will carry your comment on my mind and in my heart as a badge that represents my achievement, and service,as an aspiring writer.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are true. Each day is a gift and a blessing. Thank you Satoshi for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Coyote.

I hope your day is unfolding well.

I appreciate your comment.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Satoshi.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

I like this poem. Its nicely put together. I can identify with the outdoors.

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Roxane.

I am glad to read that you enjoyed the poem.
I appreciate your comment.

[Bear]

Interesting prospective, I have watched a flower track the sun across the sky but never though of it in the terms of your poem. Mornings light is energizing and there is nothing like a midday siesta and with the setting sun so sinks my spirits and energy. Well done, Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Papa-Bear

I appreciate your honesty and time you invested to write this comment. Your informative comments are always valuable and most welcome.