Winter Morning by Richard Meier

Shyly coated in greys, blacks, browns—
to keep us out of sight of the cold—
we weren’t expecting this this morning: sun
and shadows, like a summer’s evening, like summer
teasing. And not quite under the shelter on
the northbound platform, an old man, the sun
behind him, just his crown ablaze; and heading
southbound, a woman inching ever nearer
the platform edge, the light a tear
across her midriff, ribcage, shoulders, closer
and closer that dearest thing, completeness,
all her darkness light at the one time.

From: https://www.panmacmillan.com/blogs/literary/winter-poems-poetry-snow-frost-rossetti-poe

Date: 2012

By: Richard Meier (1970- )

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