The Sun
The sun came up as it has since time begun
painting sky and earth in its glorious colours,.
Bewitched I stood there and for a while,
only did exist.
Looking down at my beloved Hibiscus
I told it that I felt sorrow too,
as its budding glories might not bloom;
Autumn was here and quite cold.
So the seasons go and we can but
follow their eternal song,
From spring, summer, autumn and snow.
Learning to embrace and be part.
Yet, the sun will always rise
Sometimes high and at times low,
As we greet this warming globe
Let us rejoice, not moan.
ยฉmiriam ivarson
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Yes, the sun still rises every morning through the seasons! ๐๐๐๐
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Thank you for your warm comment. We might not see it but then it is there
behind the clouds.
miriam
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Beautiful poem.
It is necessary to learn how to accept the cycle of life
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Thank you Luisa, for your beautiful and wise comment.
As the seasons move and change, so do we along with all living things.
May we cherish them all. ๐ท
Miriam
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It was a real pleasure to read your words. dearest Miriam ๐
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What a lovely poem! I’m waiting for the sun to burn off the morning mist, although the gauzy scene is quite beautiful.
Is that honeysuckle?? I thought I saw some blooming in Waynesville last week.
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Thank you, Anne, for your warming comment. Yes, the last photo is from
a honeysuckle I have in the garden. It wanted space too. ๐.
Like your u, I also love that gauzy morning mist as sun breaks through it.
Yep, nature has it all. ๐ป๐ฆ.
Miriam
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Such a beautiful poem, Miriam. Thank you for sharing! xo
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Ahh…, Jill, thank you for your very appreciative comment.
To share is my pleasure so it makes it a double pleasure. ๐.
Miriam
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This is a lovely tribute to the passing of time and wisdom to appreciate what we have.
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Thank you, Brad, for your heartfelt words. If we are but still and listen and
see so many truths will be revealed. ๐ด.
Miriam
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Agreed Miriam.
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Lovely thoughts! All seasons have their own charm Miriam, if spring brings new buds, autumn sweeps away all the unwanted, worn down elements of nature and paves way for more beauty. I love Mother Nature in all her attires… so does the sun. ๐
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Thank you, Balroop, for your lovely thoughts about the seasons. They do indeed all have such wonders to offer. I also love all the seasons in nature.
Depending on where you live, some might be more charming than others.๐.
Without the Sun we would have none.๐ค.
Miriam
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Beautiful and profound thoughts on the Sun that is always shining bright on all of us no matter what. Gift of God to our Mother Earth.
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Thank you, Kamal, for your beautiful comment. The sun is indeed shining
on all of us, wherever we live . As we spin round we all meet the same sun.
Different seasons, different intensity. Blessing indeed. ๐ค.
Miriam
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Yes we all meet this beautiful Sun. Most welcome dear. Stay safe and blessings to you too ๐๐๐๐๐
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A lovely poem and great thoughts on the seasons, Miriam. The sun may be high or low but it’s always there for us, whether we see it or not. I could smell the honeysuckles. ๐
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Thank you, Miriam, for your lovely comment. I can tell you share the
light of nature and itโs exciting changes. And of course the Sun.
I am delighted that you could feel the scent of Honeysuckle. I plant one every
time I move. The scent reminds me of the island where I grew up and Honeysuckle grew wild and scent drifting down was so wonderful.
Miriam
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck, for your re-blog. A delight and honour. ๐.
Miriam
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox ๐๐๐๐น
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The way of the Hibiscus and everything under heaven. -jc
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Thank you, JC, it is indeed so with all under the heavens. Great to see you
here again. ๐.
Miriam
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Rejoicing not moaning sounds like a wonderful idea, Miriam. Sun filled days seem to fit your sunny disposition! Thanks.:) โCurt
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Curt, thank you for your beautiful comment.
I am sure you and Peggy rejoice more than moan. Your blog is a proof of that.
Your last sentence is such a lovely compliment, thank you. ๐ค.
Miriam
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The seasons continue to change. The sun will always rise, whether we can see it or not. Thank you for reminding me, there’s always something to be thankful for.
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JoAnna, a warm thank you for your lovely comment. You are so right,
the light is always there even if we canโt see it clearly. Yes, there is always something we can thank for and feel comfort. ๐ฆ.
Miriam
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โAs we greet this warming globe
Let us rejoice, not moan.โ- what a powerful way to finish this masterpiece of a poem!
Absolutely exquisite piece.
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Imagine the sun’s time keeping and he has been doing it for millions of years, OMG!
Nice poem, it is the seasons effect that shows.
In fact, I have written one on the Sun long back, would want to attempt one more in different aspect.
I shall give you the link if you want.
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Thank you for your lovely comment, Shiva. Almost every morning I will step out and see the beautiful spectacle of the sunrise, regardless of season. by the ocean, in woodlands and forests, by the lake and
as in the photo above – from the deck in the garden.
The most amazing one was far north in Sweden at midsummer. I saw sunset and sunrise within the hour.
Heard birds stop singing and start whilst my clock still said midnight.
Miriam
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“So the seasons go and we can but
follow their eternal song,
From spring, summer, autumn and snow.
Learning to embrace and be part.”
Amen. Syncing ourselves with nature’s seasons allows the full spectrum of Being to be enjoyed, even celebrated! xo
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Thank you so much for your beautiful comment, Bela.
You are right, syncing ourselves with nature and the seasons is a celebration and a healing one.
Miriam
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Lovely poem! Beautiful pictures!
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Miriam, a wonderful and uplifting poem and Iโm joining you in rejoicing at the wonder of the sun, its artistry, its eternal strength! It is easy to have a dip in oneโs spirits as darker days draw nigh but your words are a reassuring balm, teaching us to embrace the seasons, their gifts! Thank you so much for sharing and I love the photos, particularly the sparkle of honeysuckle, vibrant and full of light! Hugs xx โค๏ธ๐บ
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Thank you, dear Annika, for your beautiful and life affirming comment.
You are right that the smiles come easier on sunny days and the grey days
can be dampening. But, yes, we can embrace them all and find the positives.
I am so glad you liked my photos ๐๐ป.
Miriam
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Yes, the cycle continues. I too was sad to see the hibiscus blooms give way to the cold!
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Ahh….., so you said bye for now to your your Hibiscus too. This was my first
year with one and it flowered richly in a sunny spot. Thanks for your lovely
comment, Dwight.
Miriam
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yes, I dug it up and put it in a tub, thinking I would keep it in the garage over winter, but it is not doing well so far.
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Do you think it misses the sun? Although in the garage it wouldnโt be
frostbitten. Maybe we have t read it up. ๐.
Miriam
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