Solstice Blessings to You
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because Sophia over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
(with apologies to G.M. Hopkins)
Picture found here.
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