This is a poem about a strange morning sun. I hope yours enjoy!
I’d never seen the sun look white
More like the moon not very bright
Behind a bank of cloud it lay
As if it could not shine today
Restrained by curtains in the sky
And made me look and wonder why
What force of nature, wind or storm
Could change it so unlike the norm
And hang it there so pale and cold
As though at last it had turned old
I wonder in a distant day
When cold indeed has turned it stale
Will others look and see it so
Not gold but white before it goes.