wintersun

50. winter sun

 

slicing through time,

precision-lasering, ener-

vating the dull, the dismal,

banishing them briefly and

slapping awake the faces of botany and human-

ity, until we sense the

coursing of blood through our veins, we notice

you, at last,

in the red surges of our surroundings

we feel it, this

happiness, this

joy in our re-birthing, re-bonding

with you,

the winter sun,

slicing through

time, on the wings of reds and yellows

and greens, the flushes of

awakening

 

from Orchids and Neurons

Done