How fast the days are getting longer

Shaking off my dreams I find the sun

already dripping honey on the floor

beneath the curtains. Two minutes, more 

or less, equinox to solstice. Someone's

done the complicated calculations

taking into consideration that

the sun cresting the horizon, in fact

is illusion. We're tricked by refraction

every day. Maybe that's why in myth Dawn

the goddess comes before the Sun, soft rays

to drive the terrors of the night away.

Then seven horses bring illumination

The god who dazzles, frightens, brightens, burns

Feel, the sun rise;  know, the Earth turns