I Still See a Shadow of the Sun

I see a little globe, the winter sun Setting into softness like pink down As if a gentle wind makes sunset come The watercolour mauve has overrun Wishing to make light of winter’s frown I can see how winter hurts the sun Overhead it’s soft grey tinged with plum This is no fit garment for a clown But gentle winter winds made sunset come A planetary blueness makes this dome As if a verb is subtly changed to noun I can see how night clouds flirt with sun All the pink is falling,falling ,gone The sun is left a monarch with no crown As if a low dark wind made nightfall come My heart is watered as the colours run Combining, dying, falling, night has won I still see a shadow of the sun Now the work of wind is over,done