I told the sun
I could tell she was there
that those clouds were too thin
[I mean, this side of threadbare]
to hide such a GLORIOUS BEING
as Saülé [Flattery works sometimes
even on a metaphysical plane]
It’s winter I said, remember?
and it is unkind of you to hide
It’s not like back in September…
when we were so foolish
as to take you for granted…
It’s winter I said again
and Saülé should come out to play
at least a few minutes a day.