leaven the light with a surge of sun
after the fog slips behind the trees
and whispers what the gods should have done
beg the question of the night’s thick pleas

the earth spins the bright blue day anew
as we sally forth into the light
banners flying fanfares wet with dew
we sing we stumble we rise we fight

(Words and images Copyright 2016© by Michael Kallstrom)

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