Die Sonne

I SAW her shining in between

The empty boughs that sway above;

In Wintertime so rarely seen

On frozen land deprived of love.

Behind the clouds, she hides from sight

Throughout the barren day;

Yet once the Moon consumes the light

Must watch the stars at play.

Her birds have left and taken flight,

Migration's bitter sting;

This queen of warmth, of life and light

Left waiting for the Spring.

© Troy Southgate