Though cattle low while birds sing
And the owl calls out its mourning song
The sun waits.
The gifted hours of evening’s slumber
Silently give way to morning’s heed.
Nature stirs with a half opened eye,
Waiting for the sound of the sun upon still waters.
Nature knows what I do not.
Try as I might,I cannot chase a sunrise.
One thought on “Poetry: Chasing The Sun”
I love this – how often I’ve wanted to follow that splendorous sky over the flaming horizon!