Do you have the courage to be loved by the sun?
What daughter of Earth can bear his solar flare?
Better perhaps to write your verses in dark
deep forests where hushed voices of deer
have only the moon to contend with.
Better perhaps to fold your sails and choose
for your harbor a cove where his scalding corona
remains a whispered legend.
But you, daughter of soil and wind
of leaves and blades of grass, you
who have known fear but once and never again,
your defiance carries you up the peaks
and into the light.
You cast aside your gown of slumber
to weave the dawn into your tresses.
You gather flocks of songbirds
to nest in your palms and encircle you.
Robed in such finery, you welcome him.