Lost Blessings of the Sun

My discontentment grows each day.

Will deity push smudged clouds away

And warm the air in heaven’s hair

And give me raiments, arms to bare?

My discontenting thoughts pervade

With hoary frost lost promise paid.

But cry no tears, nor weave the cloth

The tapestries of summer’s loss.

The snowy crown of brightness white

Now soiled with gray and black with blight.

I fear the full, once gleaming sun

Has lost the battle.  Winter’s won.

And now upon my shoe will play

An ugly mud, an ugly day

My toil up barren hills begun

I crave the blessings of the sun.