Gray expanses

    all I can see - 

The way is lost.

Oh, to see the Sun again!

We went out ~

   against all odds

   into the dark

   facing death -

we went out.

I lost my son today -

   When I see him

I see a stranger

   with my eyes.

They came back -

   but it wasn't them.

They came back - 

   but the look

of the sun in their eyes

   was gone.

They were dead alive.

Liquid rubies

metallic

spill

onto the snow.

Tortured cracks

   in baked clay,

Wracked by the
  
   burning hand

of the Sun - 

   thirst...
 
Thirst.

Spring touches my lips

   as rain falls

upon my open face.


Green growth spans my body,

and the wild creatures

   burst from the ripe womb
  
   within me and go forth,

   dancing.


Summer heat falls on my eyes,

   and arid winds touch my

   cracked brow.


Mature roots spread like webs

   from my body, and

the birds flutter in my hair

as vines encircle my feet.


The raw power of nature

   is a symphony of wildlife

   sprawled around me.