Sun Worshiper

Sun Worshiper

In this season of low clouds
And snow squalls
The sun's diminished
Pewter smear of light lies
Low on the horizon
Giving little away

Listless
Without nourishment of light,
I narrow life down
In these December days
Living in short spans
Between dark and dark again

I inhabit the small arc
Of daylight
Between long swells of
Cold bottomless night
Doing what I must
In the waking valley
Between waves of primal sleep

Wrapped in down and wool
To venture out
I don't go far,
Returning quickly home
To purchased heat and light

Now and them
clouds of early winter
Fly before the north west wind
Sun pours in my window
Turning me like a blossom
To works of color, music
Creation and industry

In the rare blue-gold light
I remember
what will come

There will be no need
To light lamps
Wear wool
Or ration spirit and will
Taken so sparingly now
From this weakened sun.

When the earth turns
To spring and summer
There will be
Light, warmth, and life
In abundance