Today, Old Sol lingers long.
Hot and high, Sol’s Rays rain down,
baking the leavened dough of Spring.
O Sol, source of all.
O Earth, bearth of beings.

Today, Old Luna‘s new.
Still its dark side we see.
Slowly turns she a Visage to show.
O Luna, face of the dark.
O Ocean, breath of living.

Where are we now, half a year into twenty twenty?
Last year was a lifetime ago! Now we live in
the Fall of one thing and the Spring of another, simultaneous.
Virus Vector Catalyst.
Black Lives Energy.

Born for this moment you were,
once in a bygone time.
Old Sol sits at the high point
and looks to the downhill run.
Glory Be!