Sun’s Bequest

The Bequest…

And the sun donned a hat,
sunglasses just so,
and winter crept in like a prowling cat,
slinking in the shadows,
and below the bitter winds did howl,
the sun’s ambivalent turn so regretted,
this icy parade too much, too dour,
for life to decree, be invested.

The trees stood aghast,
crusted in the ice and snow,
like dark gnarled claws yearning to last,
reaching into the frosted squalls;
and no creature blinked,
light-less sorrow born, encapsulated,
within the season’s resentful countenance,
nature’s scowl berated.

And life so squandered in the warmer months,
now cowers with rueful reproach,
huddled in nests and wind break crannies,
dreaming of sun’s halcyon moments,
gentle breeze and warm embrace,
lost to the haze of winter’s grip,
the rain and thunder and thoughts displaced,
searching for nectar to sip.

The sun’s bequest is yet to come,
its return a welcomed hope, a dream,
immersed in sorrow and scorned by some,
we without it pledge to redeem,
fighting for each shard that strays,
through the gray plume cover of day,
until once again the blue may introduce itself,
the naked sun to play.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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