Beyond the Tree
...
In these days,
From equinox to solstice,
You set behind an acacia.
Your light flares among the leaves,
Beyond the tree.
Yet now,
In your shortest day yet,
You set south to it,
The tree does not blanket you.
I see you clearly now.
...
In these days,
From equinox to solstice,
You set behind an acacia.
Your light flares among the leaves,
Beyond the tree.
Yet now,
In your shortest day yet,
You set south to it,
The tree does not blanket you.
I see you clearly now.