Sundust
By Candace Shultz
Sundust shines in a beam of light,
Whirling, dancing, floating on air.
I catch a glimpse of them
When the bright sun casts a spotlight
Through my window into my bedroom.
Then a cloud passes over, casting a shadow,
And the motes disappear from my view,
Silently swirling away unseen.
Love the poem, and sundust is just a beautiful word! I love watching it too.. My attempt was with sneeter (meaning- to take a brief nap) and is here
ReplyDeleteThank you. I read your poem too. It's a lovely poem. This is the first time I've heard of a rishal. I like how it chains/links because it makes it flow so well.
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