radiant sun
warms bones
leaves blown
dancing through the sky
coming near
listless fears
crossed our ears
serpents crawl by
birds float
I wonder why
green is green
and gold is gold
our sister tells
her story told
grieving in her way
like fools
who never stay
what has come
is the hour
we say that
in a moment
in our time
in our day
we have made
our own beds
now in them
we must lay.
