Sun goes into the nest of night
high in the tree with the leaves so green
She folds her wings and bends her head
and shuts her shining amber eyes
while the leaves rustle and lull her to sleep.
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Smoke drifts from nearby midsummer fires
scenting the air with resin and herbs.
Light fades, the sky is washed with silver,
never quite dark on this longest day.
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Far below, on the ground, the search begins
for the magical fern that blooms this night
with the fabled flower of marvelous luck.
Voices and laughter sound through the wood.
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At dawn the Sun opens her throat in song
and rises to show her golden egg
born in the night, in the nest so high,
on the tree of life, with the leaves so green.
She raises bright wings and dances and sways
and lifts to the air trailing fiery light.
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The egg in the nest quickens and waits
six moons till the time of the longest night.
Then hatches in splendor, this new young sun
waiting her turn to spread wings and take flight.
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6/20/17 / revised 6/19/21
Anita Susi
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