Big, Small, Orange, Red, Colorless, On high.
Melt the snow that hugs the earth.
Stubbornly, Hungrily. Possessing, Layer upon layer.
Kissing with a kiss of peace. Soft. Gentle.
Embracing with a hold of death.
Oh, Sun, seen through darkness, so real, unreal, penetrate your warmth to the ground.
Rid it of its seasons; make it clean to receive its Beloved.
by Marian Kelley
of Hereford, AZ
January 17, 1968