we’re on the short side
of the sun.
These are the days of dusk
when the pale sun
beats west
through half-hearted arcs
to warm a far-off
southern sea
and Orion rises, red-shouldered
east into evening to hunt
the midnight sky.
This is the season of silhouettes,
when dark forms
cast shadows
on a velvet void
to illumine by absence
a vast empty realm
where love lies below layers,
faith stands by frozen,
and hope taunts the dormant heart.
This is the grace of unknowing,
the stage beyond belief and doubt,
a place to bank the fire, and wait.
Till Ice Moon lights late winter nights
we're on the short side
of the sun.
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| "Orion" from ScienceBlogs by Ethan Siegel |
