Sunpoem

Beneath the greening of the summerwarmed earth Corruption proceeds in its slow work Feeding the living on the fruits of its breakage Of the form and substance of the dead... From this, on the clearest days Is born that striving towards the warm golden light, The reach of leaf, of wing, of coarsened coat And hairless face - The upward, joyful swim through the welcome heat Flooding down upon us from the sun, The fire that called this life forth from a stone. She shines upon the boundless deeps, Her light a song that rings upon the flesh, the fur, The rock, the waters Calling out the life to dance and die and dance again The nearness of her sacred touch a gift Granted here, for no reason, by the Infinite Mother - This jewel in a wombfull of stars.