Enter Sol (Sam van Zweden)

Posted on February 15, 2011 by in Heightened Talk


The birds know –

There’s no lying to them.

With the creaking of the cosmic pulley

Which brings us the sun,

Accusatory fingers of night-cloaked branches

Point to the horizon.


Enter Sol:

Fresh-faced and sparkling

Marching up the sky

Crunching across darkness –

an intruder trampling fallen leaves –

The grievous things which stick to the Night

Scurry back to their hidey-holes.



–Image by Danny Thomas