The Virtuous CyclesA Poem by Casey TruaxThe towers touch the tethered sun And darkness draws on silent wing; The doge of day bestows his ring To shadowed seas and dusk is done. From star to star the axis shifts Above the glades where glaciers claw And winter weeps in season's thaw As summer brings its borrowed gifts. The dawn is dashed as water warms And vapors vault in valleyed storms; The rain that rounds the rugged crest Will seek the sea from east or west And reaping riches from the foam The crab will craft his hardened home And slide like snow to ocean's deep Where mantle holds its hidden keep 'Til flame and fury's mountains blow And blaze the night with fulgent flow And billows block the sun in gray Or dazzle with the dawn of day. The fractured face of Earth holds tight On wine dark waves that warm the drift And bergs of ice that break and rift The balance of the black and bright. At noon or night the bold bells peal For brides who break the covered glass And martyrs mourned on meager grass Are spokes upon a single wheel.
© 2023 Casey TruaxAuthor's Note
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