Winter Sun
A pale white sun, yellow, thin and grained
played peek a boo games all day
slipping in and out skies black and gray
that only hinted a scent of rain.
The day somehow escaped my efforts exerted
staggered between phone calls and mail finds
with only brief respite from winter's cold averted
that stole the minutes and hours of my time.
Bowing at the crust of dusty breezes
the pale cream sun rays flow
clinging to the last vestiges of winter tease
cooled and blanketed by ashen melting snow.
Behind its glare
climbs the rising moon
with little left of light to spare
and evening stars begin to swoon.
How quick the day
as January slides in the new year groove
leaving us only Christmas memory ballet
of time ever on the move.
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