Winter Sun

Winter Sun

Margo Swiss

The winter sun creeps by the snow hills;
The stubborn season had made stand.                                                                                                                  

          “A Song for Simeon,” T. S. Eliot

Not a breath from You
in this frozen    land
not a sound
not a word.

Wind chills the heart                    
locked tight   holds.
Seen this place   before
know it well.

Be calm as can
intending to be
patient   grateful even
days   weeks   months.

  Till
late afternoon sun
shone on
winter-bare branches

  healing light
broke
through

and You
were there
everywhere.

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Margo Swiss
Poet

Margo Swiss is a Toronto poet who taught English and Creative Writing at York University. Her newest poetry collection is Second Gaze (2020, St. Thomas Poetry Series). 

Photography by Lena Polishko