Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Sun

“The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.” 
― Emily Dickinson

“Even 
After 
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.” 
―Hāfez-e Šīrāzī,  حافظ

Midweek Motif ~ The Sun

There is an event, called Sun-Earth Day: 

"Sun-Earth Day is a joint educational program established in 2000 by NASA and ESA. The goal of the program is to popularize the knowledge about the Sun, and the way it influences life on Earth . . . The day itself is mainly celebrated in the USA near the time of the spring equinox. However, the Sun-Earth Day event actually runs throughout the year . . ."  (From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

The structure of the Sun

And we are coming up on the March Equinox, spring in the Northern Hemisphere and fall in the Southern Hemisphere:  

The March equinox (or Northward equinox) is the equinox on the earth when the Sun appears to cross the celestial equator, heading northward. The March equinox is the vernal equinox in the Northern Hemisphere and the autumnal equinox in the Southern Hemisphere.

Chichen Itza pyramid during the spring equinox – Kukulkan, the famous descent of the snake

But as Poets we are free to use the sun as myth, symbol, mood, etc:

Ra in his solar barge

Your Challenge:  Make the sun the center or the central image of this week's poem.

Summer Sun 

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Great is the sun, and wide he goes

Through empty heaven with repose;

And in the blue and glowing days

More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

. . . . 

(Read the rest HERE at Poem Hunter.com)

There is another sun

by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields –

Here is a little forest,

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,

Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!

For those who are new to Poets United:  

• Post your Sun-centered poem on your site, and then link it here.
• Share only original and new work written for this challenge. 
• If you use a picture include its link.  
• Please leave a comment here. 
• Please visit and comment on our poems.

(Our next Midweek Motif is "captivity" : 
thinking of terrorism, slavery and other violence.)

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