the sun is bright...

newby hall 2004

well it's winter and it's not warm, but today (in York at least) the sun has been pursuing me with it's ultra-glare burning my retinas (not thinking, of course, to have my sunglasses on me, being january and all that)

anyway, that short dismal paragraph means i can segue deftly into a poem all about the sun and show a lovely picture

The Sun is Bright

The sun is bright
And hurts your eyes
If you should look into it,
Yet brings you warmth
And kills the cold,
That is, if you should choose it.

Spirits should rise -
A warmth inside.
A shame should you misuse it,
Leaves you alone
Devoid of truth,
You knew I'd see right throught it.

The sun is bright
And hurts your eyes
If you should look into it.
You're dark inside -
A hell to hide -
We always knew you'd lose it.


May 1997