Enter Sol (Sam van Zweden)

Verity La 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