Hola & good morn'
sun
of god
percussioning day
eclipsing the power of night
Good morn to the sun
showering
mercifully the earth with its warmth and its light
Proud waves call to the sun
"Tame us!
Turn us free of our quaking & churning"
They hail out loud,
"Meet the sun!
Send us your christmas trees for the burning."
They sing "Hallelujah my sun!"
And they beat to the shores of their boundaries...
Clouds gather and roil, whilst this
the longer day unfolds,
and with it, the cleansing of earth's arteries. 
1 comment:
All that poetry and no comments!! So sad.
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