04-19-2017, 11:12 PM
Twelve Degrees of Sun Dog
April 19, 2017
High in the morning sky
to the right of the sun there shines
twelve degrees of sundog –
a rainbow fragment dislocated
left behind or aside
like an echo of a song
hummed by the earth mother.
For eons, for deepest winter
mornings only, a spirit touch
across the cheek of the people
to lift us through coldest hardships.
Now, in the full cherry blossom of April,
the hogs are amuck– rooting, looting.
Who knew? On Day Ninety
it has come to this.
April 19, 2017
High in the morning sky
to the right of the sun there shines
twelve degrees of sundog –
a rainbow fragment dislocated
left behind or aside
like an echo of a song
hummed by the earth mother.
For eons, for deepest winter
mornings only, a spirit touch
across the cheek of the people
to lift us through coldest hardships.
Now, in the full cherry blossom of April,
the hogs are amuck– rooting, looting.
Who knew? On Day Ninety
it has come to this.