Who’s sun is this that blazes forth?

a sudden winter crazed warrior
with back pressed to frozen river
and clear cold death before him
chooses the hot liquid pleasure of life
bursting brilliant in sky’s azure field
spilling bold Boreas’ blood
that falls as rain to feed the buried

who’s sun is this that carelessly crazes forth?

this sun is mine and your’s too
my summer slave and master
through and through