Sunrise

Prime time loosed Laudes shades
Colors fly on clouds at dawn
Sunflowers’ faces looking east
Contemplating eschaton

Drama of their world
Between what is and what will be
A risen sun, the end of summer
From Terce to Sext to Nones is eternity

Arcoíris pulls on Vespers
Eternal promise lights cut dim
Sun checks out at Compline
Martins tucks it in

Sunflowers tall bow their heads
Rooted firmly holding sand
Contemplating darkness see
The end is at hand

Sunset