The Sun
 
The sun is putting on her makeup,

Red blush on her pale cheeks.

She bats her warm bright eyelashes at you,

Gazes, as you know she’ll be the light of the party

In her orange-yellow evening gown.

No need to be jealous of what the night holds

As you know she’ll sleep, rise with the East

So beautiful, for your windows only.


© Danny P. Barbare

Danny P. Barbare has been recently published in Raven Images, The Fringe, Heavy Hands Ink, and Contemporary Literary Review: India. You can view one of his poems, "The Past" entered in a contest at horrysong.tv.