Sun Pillar

The breath of the north savages the lands. A cold that singes my bones to their core. The air contracts while the night expands. Sunset foreshadows of what is in store. With the clouds compressed into flecks of ice. The purple of the shadow surrounds the earth. An elegant vision; This would suffice. I stop, listen, to the suns daily dearth. A column of Rome abruptly appears: Sun pillar of awe burnt orange and gold. Slicing the night and dividing the spheres. Upon a plinth of onyx rests old sol That moment is gone, I lower my head. I think: Life and time are both fragile threads.