The Golden Gardens of the Sun

 

The Golden Gardens of the Sun

The fire that connects to the mystery of living,

The gliding softness of the spring rain

That thaws the sparkling frostiness of winter’s veins,

The birds’ vibrating song,

Resounding through the new buds of trees,

And fleeting transparency of lacy air.

The wild primroses opiated in the vernal orgy,

By the silver rain drops

That slither into their flower cups,

To inspirit starry streamflow–

In the golden gardens of the sun.

By Xenia Sunic

To honour the return of the spring.

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