The Sun grows old. His fervor spent. Sol’s weakened rays now fade. How beautiful His last glow sent Of amethyst and jade! As prism colors wilt to night, Revealing the demise, Earth grieves the Matriarch of Light. Devoid of warmth, She cries. In darkness, Gaia’s tears of mourn Transform to labor pain. A solar son will soon be born To bring forth warmth, again. Late morning brings maternal bliss, An infant sparks the day. Behold, a babe of luminous, To melt the frost away. Copyright ©2005 Vivian G. Harriman