Litany to the Sun | |
Fierce force On high Dread god So nigh Burns hard Dries dry Green makes Roofs fry Clouds dim Winds fly Night hides Dark lie Dawn rise | Deep sigh Red sinks Huge pie Looked at Blinds eye Plow deep Grows rye We live That’s why Sun dims We die Fierce force On high. |
Oh, I hadn't taken note that today (yesterday now) was the autumnal equinox. How fortunately that we got to see the sun today during this rainy week.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a lovely tribute!
Thanks.