Taking the PPC4 - 52 Weeks of Poetry

Prompt 42 (13th May 2024)

Sun

Stir thyself for the sun does rise
painting the morning sky with a promise
peers in through each chink and crevice
warms thy night chilled bones

Arise and be about thy day
the very hours measured by the sun's passing
demand thy industry
calls forth thy honest sweat

Shortens thy shadow
till noon is come and passed
lengthens till mellow evening
cools thy brow sparing thy toil

Succours you with beer and bread
grain swollen and ripened
bleached white in summer's heat
stored 'gainst winter's long night

Stare up into a thousand distant suns
and wonder before sleep stills thy eyes
who dwells beneath their enlightened skies...
stir thyself for the sun does rise