POETRY
Sun and the Moon
Like Florence’s beauty, adorned by moonlight,
Coffee retreats, as day turns to night,
With rosy smoke, it paints the winter’s air,
A comforting companion, always there.
Sun, like amber glimmers,
The moon, her apron of gold, shining bright,
Baking simple joys, in morning’s first light.
A baleful light, eyes shine,
Melted honey in tea,a subtle grace,
Glare on me,in daylight’s steadfast embrace.
The moon’s shadow tinkers, where the sun resides.
Proud of the red of a bright morning shine,
Light after rosy morning glimmer,
Winter, with lamp and the dusks evening shimmer,
Cold and beautiful, the words of evening twilight :)