In the Sun

 I’m hoping there’s a real toad in this garden in the Sun

In the jingle jangle morning in the Sun


Dandelions stand singularly tall like yellow flags
waving their colours in the Sun

Mirroring the daffodil’s bright trumpet 
You can almost hear them breathing in the Sun

Then suddenly it rains and they fold up like umbrellas
leaving me with this Ghazal waiting for the Sun

And the tide waits for no one so I will send this to you now
and hope it finds you happy in the Sun


challenge: write a  ghazal that takes the form of a love song – however you want to define that. Observe the conventions of the repeated word, including your own name (or a reference to yourself) and having the stanzas present independent thoughts along a single theme – a meditation, not a story.

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