A Song in Spring
Frank M. Chipasula
My son dances in the circle
of his own light:
See his feet blossom
as he dances to a distant song.
My son dances, steps over the sun:
He has caught the sun in his palm!
He rubs the sun with his fingers
His fingers bloom, his fingers are
The sun that he caught, are the flower
That he waves as he dances in the circle
Of his own light
Of his own sun
Elizabeth Bartlett, Ed. Literary Olympians 1992:
An International Anthology. Boston: Ford-Brown & Co., 1992.
Last modified 14 March 2008