I think of where I saw the burning dawn

I think of where I saw the burning dawn
illumine the pasture with an orange Sun.

I think of where I saw the turning Sun
disguise itself behind the cloudy dawn
and enlighten the rain. She is the day

that rises over all, the unfailing day
that is given definition by the Sun;
she is the shifting color of the dawn
between the burdened branches, the star

winking in a dim light. I think of a star
wandering in patterns, counting out days
and weeks and months. I think of a dawn
of endless love for all, wherein the Sun
blesses the fallow and forgotten earth.