In an icy grey white sky <br />the sun impersonated <br />the moon today <br />a bright silver disc <br />hiding golden sunlight hues <br />behind the daytime mist. <br />With passing clouds <br />in seeming collaboration <br />adding moonlike features <br />to the silver shining orb <br />giving cause to pause and think. <br />What does it mean to say to me <br />this golden god in disguise <br />as the illuminator <br />of nocturnal days? <br /> <br />Is it tired of all the adulation <br />given to the satellite <br />that for its beauty in the night <br />must steal his all pervading light? <br />Or perhaps it wants me to know <br />that soon there could be coming snow <br />or then again, maybe <br />just now and then <br />it would like to be perceived <br />in a more gentle form to see <br />that does not burn our gaze <br />with such fiercesome golden rays?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-in-disguise/
