The Sun Poem by Tony Adah

The sun stole its way from the horizon
Through the morning fog
Its yellow face stared at the town
And the townspeople wore a hopeful smile
In the midst of the cold.

Strong birds languish in the cold
Unable to utter a word
Little ones sat helplesly on our fence preening their plumes
I can hear the silent songs
Their mouths have refused to sing.

When the sun turns its face white at noon
They will be healed,
Healed of cold and sonorous songs
Will hit our ear drums
Wondering when the winter will wane
And missed from this part of the world.