Incandescent

I remember all
The soft summer morns.
I remember all
The supple sweet suns,
And I remember all
Their incandescent warmth.
How their beams would kiss my cheek
Like they too did kiss the earth.

I remember all
And I remember well,
For all those supple suns,
Upon all those tender summer morns
Lay down all their loving kisses
Like little flames of light
Exploding in pure radiant swarms,
and gave the Earth over to life.

poem by Graham Stone
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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