COLONNADES

I

 

Snow catches the sun,

casts it through clouds onto mountaintops,

its golden pillars raising high a domeless palace

grand with ice and vast space.

II

Thunderstorms dissipate,

plant shining shafts through blackness,

erect teepees over plains, hills and rivers.

Wheat stands straight again.

III

Sunset divides

hanging blossoms of sky

into columns of red and gold rising from the sea.

The tides do not disturb them.

IV

Through these temples of light

move joyfully,

children of darkness.

 

 

 

 

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