Solar Blinders
The humiliation of the forest nymphs
stripped of their clothing from the
teeth of the callous wind
that swept through the proud hills,
drove them to summon
the witches of the lower skies
to brew up a potion in their
mystic laboratories,
to assemble and lower the clouds,
and glue them to the foot of the hills,
then linger for a while;
a potion that will shield them
while they run for cover
to escape the exposure of the sun,
a blinder that covers up the nakedness,
the nymphs, the hills,
the trees, the brooks,
the daughters of the loving sun,
the heroines of the dust,
the mothers of mercy, hands of clemency,
then the searing sun, killer of the eyes,
the skin, the moribund flowers,
the good, the bad, the deeds of the sun,
at last the brightening, too bright, too revealing
as the fog rolls in in its blinding manner.
