Morning… watching the sun rise this cold morning. Thinking about how the Sun is tease, and how I am fooled again and again into thinking that it just might be warmer out there than I think. HAaaa.
Winter Sun gives freeze to the first inhale
Crystalline stalactites wait for the body heat
to exhale a melt down
All that golden light filling the blue
teases at the illusion of warmth
Layer upon layer can’t keep the breath’s vapor
in halo away
It’s a smoky fog that leads the way
What sense is the Sun if he gives no warmth?
The shiver and shake longs for basking
To fill up on heat that lays false to Winter chill
Stealing at your mind what one season gives
that the other withholds
Green leaves to naked austerity still
pouring on the Golden light like it matters.
And we hunger for the Sun when Winter comes
taking the starving away for what was yesterday’s
Summer’s gifts, gone for the deep chill in rest
In this place where all seasons have their ways.
Hope that harvest has gathered enough for the keeping
And you step outside to feel that Great Golden Orb
with one single inhale that gives freeze to your breath
That one celebrated gasp, a frozen moment
Releasing an exhale with a shudder and quake
Fooled again by that Winter Sun.