Mary Abigail Schmitz , Joshua Boitt- Poems

Joshua Kipkemoi Boitt

Sunrise

Melodious merry morn, lovely chirrup

The orange orb rising hails Indian summer

Sun burns, summer syrup

Parched land, bemoan Indian farmer

Nesting the cave walls, parrot preys

Cirrus clouds obscure sunrise

Echoes a Buddhist prayer hall, monk prays

The misty valley, secures sunrays

The Taj of Deccan towers, alighted soft morn

Arsul dam breezes, Aurangabad caves breathes heat wave

‘Poor man’s Taj’ of love, forever mourn

Sunset

The red ball descending, beyond the mighty dusk,

 Birds heading east, squirrels climb down, a lofty task

Lonely sunset gliding, washing away sorrows

Gladly glowing, lovely dulcet

Far afield western coast, a promise of a new dawn

Boitt Sleeps, Abigail wakes, Aurangabad-New York world afar

Mary Abigail Schmitz

SUNRISE
Reaching, stretching, far as it can
Up over the horizon; illuminates the land
Fingers of purple and heart of gold
Waking all people; young and old
Silently announces the start of the day
Bursting with promise
Chases the darkness away

SUNSET
Slowly drifting
Down and down
Under the branches
Warming the ground
Resting its rays for tomorrow's light
Slowly, slowly
Out of sight