Good Light

Again, they turn
to sigh "Good Light"
as Mother Sun
draws Comfort Night

across the Bed
of drowsy flowers,
sings her songs
of hues and showers

clouds with stars
toward Glitter Dream,
until First Sight,
when all's agleam:

she cascades warmth
- Her Dawning Ways -
as blossoms yawn,
bid, "Raise our days."

Good Light © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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16 lines.  Fantasy image (sunflowers turning toward sunset) prompt challenge - link: .  Capitalizations, which I rarely engage in, are included here to produce proper nouns, which are intended to connote a bit of mythology specific to the Sunflowers in this fantastical piece.
Submitted: November 22, 2019