Noon

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Noon

You have
held the hot sun
so long that it has bleached
you white.  This morning you carried
it up

to chase
the dark shadows
away, but now you have
pushed it so high that it sits there
gloating,

staring
with one white eye
on the sweltering earth,
laughing at the wildfire it sets
ablaze.

~ Myra Cohn Livingston, 

from the book Sky Songs

This poem makes me think of sizzling summer days here in the midwest.  We've had several of them this year!  I especially like the final stanza and the image of the sun as a white eye staring down at us.  What words come to your mind when you think of the sun in summertime?