Sweet Sunrise

fresh and delicious
sunrise an icing.

A mended joint
slides on skis.

Compass points north
where a woodpecker complains
at frosted trees.

the Sun Goddess is back
she brings Freya along
the living ready to multiply,
we renew our vows.

Sing oh, you tits!
Join in you finch

before the crow
gatecrashes the party,

for the old man is packing.

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