so that it hovers over the lake
as a thin veil of vapor.
The way your light rests on the dial
that then casts shadows on stone.
Time glimpsed as your passage through sky.
The way your rays reach out
stimulate Earth to greening,
urge tendrils to climb towards your light.
The way your winds awaken atoms
that excite the atmosphere into
swirls of living joy.
The way your fusion generates waves
that streak across space
penetrate Earth, move us.
The way your gravitas pulls us
to you. Prevents us from drifting
into that eternal night.
© 2011 Joanne Elliott