The Song of the Sun
And lots of other poems, including a haiku about a lizard
This first poem is one which I began earlier this summer (hence the reference to June). It lay untouched for awhile, but this past week I completed the later two-thirds of it.
I could perhaps say more, grow didactic about what I was trying to express with this imagery and vision. But I am not one to make manifestos, and those thoughts are in the poem if they are anywhere at all. I think I will leave the poem to do its own task of singing my thoughts.
The Song of the Sun
Listen to the sun and how it sings;
Hear its pulse at the heart of things,
For this is the desert, and in it dwell
The wondrous things that do not fear Hell,
For Heaven’s portals are just as near;
You can almost see the gates from here.
And perhaps the hummingbird flies through
To paint its feathers in glorious hue;
And perhaps the lizard creeps though awhile
To find inside that enormous smile.
And the golden silk on butterfly wings
Are shreds and threads an angel flings
While making the robes the cherubs wear;
And the butterfly went and donned them there.
Listen to the sun and to its song;
For all the desert sings along,
Yes, even crickets carry the tune
When sun is high in the month of June.
For earth herself’s a celestial choir,
The soil is gold as well as fire;
The rocks grow gems beneath our feet,
But the scented blooms are just as sweet;
A whiff of fragrance slipped through the gates
Just as the breeze blew by and waits
To carry its peace on the winds that run;
Listen to the song sung by the sun.
The rest of this week’s post is haiku—a rather large collection of it.
Rain fell in the night.
This morning a damp bird perched
up on the fence.
Smallest of grass clumps~
slender stems wave daintily
among the red rocks.
Far beyond the storm,
between layers of dark blue cloud,
moon makes a gold patch.
A translator please.
Coyotes have lots to say,
and they're saying it!
Come, come, come, lizard,
around boxes, furniture,
to the door… and out!
making brilliant colors burst
between scarlet blooms
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I really like the haiku about the animals (butterfly included). Awesome. And the Song of the Sun poem is brilliant. I love how it's an ode to all those things that live in the desert. I spent some time in the Alps this summer. And up high (above 2000m), the environment is not super hospitable to all sorts of species. Yet, they live and bloom there.