Thursday, November 3, 2016

instead I joined the chorus

because the sun came up
and insisted that I play
I woke up from my sleep
and started up the day

the sun was preaching on the fields
and dancing on the hill
I could not keep to silence
nor could I stay soft and still


instead I joined the chorus
of gold and shining forms
that lit the book of hours
and all my time deforms

I stand before the window
to watch the processions rise
from dreary snow covered blankets
to the brilliant basking surprise

of patina laid down
on the tin roof of the land
I wish I could be sunlight
and transform with magic hand 

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