Low, sun shows shivering shadows, head breaks
Earth’s crust, horizon events orb’s first flush,
impels birth pains, never letting up, aches,
with fresh life, then creates a sumptuous hush.

Bird sings slow, stuttering warble, voice flings
airy hymns, scoring light, to reinvent
musical genesis; entreating wings
fly into chill dawn, trilling warmth’s intent.

Glow, shafting silky soft gold rays, again
you favor earth’s enamored seed, gifting
all forms of growing, souled source of light in
cold black space; your rising, so uplifting.

Rejoice! Sun ‘s axis tilts, bears heat close, to
cosmically inseminate anew.

Erin Moen
2/6/04
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