All things
being equal
knocks at door
this silent
spring opening
unheard of
season
which may
many
will have
flew
by
and so
shall distance
to horizons
atilt
of earthly
spin
Not sure what that means but we have sunshine and I’m in it!
Born on the solstice
My grandson could go by Sol
They call him William
The sun’s
corona
lifts over
the horizon
on high
and
mighty
as the moments
we spin by
arise
then fall