Poetry challenge from Aida Salazar:  Write a poem of a cycle or process from beginning to end – a seed or plant, birth to death or anywhere in between.

Mayan Frost

Big round waking orb
Eye opening slowly
Peering out over the blanket of pines
Ready or not to face the day

Rising slowly
Sluggish day jobber
Not quite ready to fully emerge
But still you rise

Both feet on the ground
Embracing the day
Extending full rays
Flashing a just-brushed toothy gleam
To a rapt audience

Like an over-charged cup of Starbucks
Sudden jolting glares
Blinding sunglassed drivers
Through windshields

You shine most brightly
At the height of your day
Climbing the ladder as high as it can take you
In this job
Lunch on the run – airplanes, kites, birds
Fuel for the day

Rain and clouds darken your shine
But you steal their thunder –
A light surge of effort for you

You clock out and head home
Miles to go before you sleep
Change into more comfy duds
Shed all the glinting bling

You stretch out to reflect on the day
Glimmers of hope for a brighter tomorrow
Succumb to a nightcap
Feet-first, climb under the covers
Call it a day

Big round blanketed orb,
Shooting stars patting your upturned bottom
Dreams alive in other worlds
Until tomorrow

-Kim Johnson

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