Too bright for the eyes
I could not watch
the sun rise,
and hid behind cold lids
a fearful surprise
and dread.
No ribbon at a time
of colorful delight,
but a glaring reminder
all is not right.
the overheated sun
surprises the garden
drenched in snow
risen and fallen
from melting ice fields
in warming seas
I may never see.
The connection
between heat and ice
is broken off the glacier
of frozen hearts
in heated despair.
And we, blinded by glare
of the too-strong sun
are too blind now
to see.
annarino writes 