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

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