Eye of the Sun

The earth has begun it’s tip away

The shadow of fall has begun.

Longing to stay snuggled 

In the warmth of my bed.

There was a storm last night

Tearing branches from limbs.

Once something is broken

There is no going back.

Swimmers on the lake pushing hard

To overcome the choppy waves.

Dark grey clouds moving fast

Obscuring the soft pink sky above.

The wind has created a figure eight

Out of pine needles in the dust.

Or is it an infinity sign

Reminding me of what else is possible?

I feel the magnitude of the sun 

Keeping his eye on the earth.

Even as she turns her back to him

And takes her time in sweet darkness.

She has received his touch

And stored it safely in her waters.

Taking her time to let go, rest and be still

So the new can birth through her in the spring.

Maybe this is enough to feel today,

This dance played out over eons.

It has already effected me.

I willingly embrace this next refrain.