Winter Sun

by joetwo

It feels like a lie

A horrific deceit

Warming yellow light in the window

But when one leaves

Goes out into that same sun

One finds only cold

A chill, brought on the wind

Jacket, coat, scarf

All required, no exceptions

But still one see the brightness of the sun

Feels its warmth on skin

Warmth quickly lost to the wind

Stolen in its ephemeral clutches

Leaving no choice

No matter who gloriously bright it is

To wrap up warm

And return to the warmth of hearth and home

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