Sun Tree

Sun Tree

Sun-tree tree-sun

The cold wet glass of morning sky stands between us

Between the sun and the tree

Between the window and me

Between the sky, the tree and the light

I have seen the tree through the light 

consumed by the gold of a winter-dawn sun

Now consume me, tree-son and son-tree

a holy pagan fire with a heart for dancing

in the Fatherlight and son’s furnace

Reviews

[Ed Fagan]

I enjoy your writing ... It's not weighty yet says much.

[Alex Thurley-Ratcliff]

Thanks again :)
I want to create emotion and thought without an overt mental processing.

[Ed Fagan]

Yeah, so not how I write. :)