Conquest

Hard, chilly colors:
straw grey, frost grey
the grey of frozen ground:
and you, O sun,
close above the horizon!
It is I holds you⁠—
half against the sky
half against a black tree trunk
icily resplendent!

Lie there, blue city, mine at last⁠—
rimming the banked blue grey
and rise, indescribable smoky yellow
into the overpowering white!