More praise for the homeward Sun

First, bright flaxen lashes,
then the opened eye of sun,
like loud cymbal crashes,
flashes o’er the horizon.

Bright as inspiration,
it touches blank winter snow,
then out pours creation;
bright life flourishes and grows.

Now, with its awakening,
comes the pleasant dream of spring;
petals imitate its rays;
winging songbirds sing its praise.

Now, I see his golden helm;
he comes to reclaim his realm;
Winter’s watchmen overwhelmed
by homecoming hero Sun.