The Slightest Light
December sun is dull
like an unsharpened knife
Its light melts like butter
on toast
Fleeting and pale
its brightness won’t stick
I know it’s there
but can’t see it
Like a mug of warm morning
already spilled in summer
the sun lays tipped
on its side
Then it rolls too fast
like a cool glass marble
like a cat’s eye blink
across the sky
_____Colleen Redman______Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
December 8th, 2014 11:12 am
Exactly. Oh, for unashamedly sunny days. Lovely work, Colleen
December 8th, 2014 4:18 pm
I live this every day.. that darkness… sun rise at 8:30 and sets before 3 here.. so just a little marble of a sun would make me glad.. Lovely way of describing decemeber and the longing.
December 8th, 2014 4:48 pm
i love mug of warm morning
focused implementation
December 8th, 2014 6:48 pm
You’ve described my world here in the mountains of CO. I do love the winter sun.
December 8th, 2014 7:20 pm
May be dull but it appears in fleeting moments is in itself a blessing well taken! Wonderful take colleen!
Hank
December 8th, 2014 7:42 pm
I LOVE this poem!!!! Especially “like a mug of warm morning ” and the “cat’s eye blink across the sky.” Perfection!
December 9th, 2014 3:25 am
“like a cat’s eye blink
across the sky”.
What a wonderful comparison!
December 9th, 2014 11:32 am
Love the imagery of the sun as a cool glass marble.
December 10th, 2014 11:14 pm
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December 11th, 2014 5:54 am
Faint AND fleeting. yep.
December 11th, 2014 9:19 am
Stunningly lovely and true and catches the heart/eye of the season.
December 11th, 2014 2:20 pm
Lovely imagery.
December 11th, 2014 6:43 pm
The “brightness won’t stick” indeed. Winter is not my favorite time of year, at least not here in the Pacific Northwest where the sun doesn’t come out for months.
I like this poem a lot.