Elegy for the Sun

by Jackelope Random

When that winter comes cold again

And lays her pale mourning vales

To spare the gruesome sight

Of the sorest open wounded corpse,

I, too, under blankets

Lie dormant, slice dead

Waiting for the first birdsong.

Then in full bloom regal I burst forth,

And like Osiris am assembled again

As Isis blows, kissing spring winds.