Sunlight In Winter Poem by Janet Sillett

January light
Sharp uncompromising in the frosty sun
Throwing up the outline skeleton trees
To stab at any warmth left within
The crystal chill deadening yet pushing you on
The clarity of cloudless skies
The sunlight makes you blind
Echoing the summer through a fraudulent maze
Slanted light confusing
Struggling to find the grey pavement
Another illusion of hotter days

February dawn
Essence of an early february morning
Shoots green among powdery dark leaves
The vision of white delicate double headed flowers
Joyous phantoms

Later it feels warmer
It is definitely warmer
Spring is not just a lie to soothe a chilly present

At dusk the day is cold again
But the brief interlude still sings beginnings
Like the early nesting bird in the wintry twigs