Winter Morn - a poem of the beauty of the winter sun

Winter Morn

By Adrienne Clark

12/7/2006

Pale light from the south,

White sun in the sky,

bleak light.

All shapes blue and black

with white outline light.

Too bright

so white.

Deceiving heat through glass,

so chill outside, so cold

metallic, cold sun.

The light lies.

Solstice a fortnight off.

Day so short,

so blinding bright

so cold...

Like cold, hard silver glinting,

reflecting only

a warm scene

Whose metal image chills the bones,

On an early-December winter mid-morning—

Beautiful, bleak, and cold.

This poem was illustrated by my sister Ingrid.

Winter Noon

A sequel to Winter Morn

By Adrienne Clark

12/23/2006

south white sun

blond cloudlight sky

spotlight on the world of black silhouettes,

whose flaxen backdrop blinds

     to teary blue phantoms

in open eyes.

watery winter sun

white star beaming washed radiance,

pulsing with blue mirages,

so bright it throws the blended clouds

    into grey relief,

the only other color,

moving to cover,

to filter to a visible, vanilla, grey-veiled disk.

a momentarily softened sun’s gaze,

like a creamy woolen blanket,

descends,

then back to blind in ivory.

the warm golden caress

alternating, morphing

with the brilliant white sheen

is in truth a bit false;

the thin liquid light is insubstantial,

and for all the world though it seems,

it carries no warmth

save through glass,

the heat drawn out by the medium as clear and shining

as the light itself.

leftover rain,

suspended glassy diamonds in the dazzle

twinkle brightly, coolly.

o, remind us the resplendence of the winter star

lives for eyes alone, not for the freezing body!

for overdosed of its fickle, fluent glory,

they turn away…

tearing, blinded, bluing,

frigid-cold and smarting,

and awed.

My sister Ingrid illustrated this poem, Winter Noon, a sequel to Winter Morn.
They were both Christmas presents from us to our parents.