Sunrise Over Gold

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
     
The crucible of the sun rises      
From the fiery furnace      
Of the spirit world      
To pour forth its molten glory      
Into the frozen north.      
It flows into the granite rock      
And out over the land      
Like life blood beaming      
From a golden heart.      
     
As the sun ascends      
Across the sky,      
Its light turns      
From golden iridescence      
To the clear light of a diamond --      
And showers its riches      
Over the glittering snow.      
     
The raven is messenger      
Of the spirit world      
And knows the secret      
Of its riches.      
     
     
     
(Think I got my poem right --      
like pulling a silver      
wriggling fish      
up out of my net.)      
     
     
[The photos above show winter sunrise behind the two headframes of a gold mine in northern Canada.  Just as two goldmines in the area were playing out after over 40 years, a discovery was made of massive diamond deposits –- that will sustain the local economy for decades to come.  In the north, modern day society with all its advanced technologies coincides with a native culture that has preceded it by  many centuries.]