These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Sunshine Dances

The sunshine dances o'er the wood
of different colored hues.
The red, and blue, and green is good
as yellow shares its due.

The sunshine finds a holly bush
to dance as twinkle toes,
and then to windy red leaves' hush,
illuminating those.

The sunshine edges t'ward the eaves
to dance from lofty heights.
"Don't look or sight, it quickly leaves
in the sun's great burning might!"

The memory of those younger days
when Daughter went to dance
at the stop sign, Sun his full displays,
"Now hide your eyes. Don't glance!"

The sun full-orb on treetops dance
up t'ward the pastel blue.
On the whispering leaves through the tree trunks prance
the sun, its rays come through.

The grass is like a window pane
the sun in ballet form
lights down upon this place to gain
a foothold, that's so warm.

Upon this seat the orange light
of sun meets orange chair,
and while the day remains so bright,
How sweet to sit and stare!

by Jay O’Toole
on January 2nd, 2025