50. winter sun

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 in 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

“wintersun” – From Orchids and Neurons, Molecular Poetry by Ellyn

50. winter sun
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