The sun in winter

The latter days of my mother.

The sun in winter.

James Mcdonnell

Summer is long gone

her eyes now dull and grey

The night is drawing in

White and luminous her hair

Her limbs are frail and thin

Her days are short now

The sun’s rays only seldom shine

But through the gloom - a glimmer!

Sun’s rays skip across the clouds

as her laughter shimmers

Bright and golden - peals of laughter

Dancing-dappled air around her crackles

A sudden brilliant flash

Lights the room up as she cackles

It will not be long now

Until the last red sliver

Sinks finally below the earth.

The long bleak winter of her passing

and the absence of her mirth

But oh! The pleasure

Of that golden treasure

laughters brilliance

Before the darkness came.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Bitter sweet! Expresses well how we all have to face up to the passing of time. Do you know the Robert Burns song 'John Anderson my Jo' on the same topic. Below!

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.

Would you mind having a look at my short story 'The Dwarfie'

[hcarson]

with a bit of luch we will actually get some sun to chase this cold away..i'm tired of being cold! well done on this, good job :)

[Randhir kaur]

Thats so deep..well written..Lovely lines..

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"But oh! The pleasure
Of that golden treasure
laughters brilliance
Before the darkness came."
The sun on a Winter day. A pleasure gift to enjoy. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote