The sun sends sideways glances to our eyes
Approaching winter, we fear lthe ong cold nights
With the sun we go down low, then rise
Annually frost will brings us great surprise
We complain about a lack of light
The sun sends sidelong answers to our eyes
Do we think all past cold winters lied?
That nevermore would snow and sharp cold bite?
We with the sun must go down low then rise
The day is shorter,go to bed with sighs,
Unless you have new lovers to delight
The sun sends longer shadows to our eyes
Those with lover hot must wear disguise
As jealous neighbours might just pick a fight
All with sun must go down low and then rise
Death and resurrection multiply;
Infinite the wakings to new life
The sun sends shattering glances to our eyes
We see the shadows, destiny is ice.
How my heart sings 
Dear Katherine, thank you for another lovely and thought-provoking poem. Yes, it’s winter cold here too where winter cold sometimes reaches the stage of very difficult and then almost unbearable. I love your images of winter sunlight coming at us at an angle, but I am not sure (who is ever sure what a poem means) about the neighbors. I’ve had the flu lately. That explains my tardiness in reading your poem. I also appreciate the craft you put into the poem and the repetitions that add to the poem’s yricism. I hope you are well and your life smoothly-flowing, moderately uneventful, and calm–as mine is these days.
Best wishes as always, David
I am not alway sure what I mean and I can’t always understand my own poems at first or even later.I think it’s time and practise and some of us enjoy it and others prefer to watch TV all day.They lack confidence which is often bad teaching and a belief we can never change if we did not do well at school.If we really want to do something creative then effort will get us off the ground but we need to love the activity too.Yes,I had a nice day walking in the sun then indulging in having my hair done.As an ex hippy it seem s strange to have my hair short and neat but I just enjoy the contact and being fussed over by the hairdresser.She said I have thick hair on the bacl of my head so I said when I look in the mirror I only see the front alas… still I am my days of glory as it were.Best wishes and get well soon,Kathryn