The Winter's Sun
The Winter's Sun
What a morning and with such light
as if I had torn up an old canvass
and chosen the brightest and lightest
of paints, to begin afresh and create anew
These few wintry days of radiant blue skies
with a frost underfoot and a brisk feel in the air.
The frosted grass glistens in the sun
as the trees stretch their branches in
anticipation
This day is a gift of immense power and beauty
one which banishes the darkness of winter
and breathes a new air into our daunted souls
O happy day! We are not forgotten or abandoned
but renewed and strengthened
as Spring waits around the corner
with the hope of resurrection
Jason Phillips
Wed 9th Mar 2022 23:43
Hi Keith,
My mind saw this as a movie, I could hear the soft crunch of the frost, and I squinted when I saw the sun.
I love this poem, and it was very pleasing to read. Imagery is my favorite of all things, because it allows you view the picture/movie that a literary artist has painted for you.
Thanks Keith!
Jason