O Sun, <br />you speak in metaphors <br /> <br />shining with a wintry discontent <br />grey-yellow on this dust <br /> <br />that dodged your view <br />until today <br /> <br />or perhaps, you are yourself <br />the brightest fiery metaphor of all<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-cleaning-11/
