December 14, 2015 – Poetry Corner


They say one day

The sun will swell,

Encapsulate the earth.

And this brings fear

To have so near

Such molten, stellar girth.

The grass will bake,

The trees will fry,

The air will cook you fast.

A microwave

Of dale and glade,

No building built to last.

But these mornings one looks coldly

On glowing sun in morning haze;

One lives its hug of heat and light.

Routines of cars,

Commuters, coffee drinkers,

Hold it as their given right:

A finger given to an infant,

Thoughtless, hungry, and dependent.

We live its hug of heat and light.

– DA