Kathy Bahr – California
“What ails the midday sun?” From Constantijn Huygens “Good Friday”
What ails the midday sun?
Before or since golden sun, Earth exhaled orbit.
Passing through leaves, sunset skies, see as the birds arrive.
Emotions be revealed: glorious golden yellow and gentle day went by.
A red surge came, engaged with the sky.
Flux of change to darkened sky, was reflected on the water of the veins.
Piled on a water cloud beneath the sunset high.
Bird wings to stir over our space of golden weight against the sky.
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