one morning in January
the sun rose before I awakened
so startling it felt
as though
I had missed the day entirely
and slept
whilst spring flowers
pushed through
the soil
their bright faces turned upwards
yawning from their long sleep
kissed by the sun
tenderly
tickled by the breeze
fondly
while I slept and awakened
taken
in surprise
by the new season
blue skies winter sun
birds singing along the path
the draw of a desk
no chorus this morn
the sun casts an icy stare
on still-sleeping birds
frost-rimmed window panes
frame the sun’s oblique ascent
a fluffed-up bird waits
time to sit and watch
sunlit water on steel falls
a bronze fish leaping
blue skies but the sun
has a frosty countenance
and a nippy mood
at times there are no
words to capture the beauty
of the rising sun
specious-looking sun
promising an early spring
the faintest pink blush
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