Emily's Slant of Light (1992)

I've seen that certain Slant of Light 
when nothing's really wrong
but nothing's really right.

Even on a summer day
that beam crept unexpectedly
and blazing Zenith took away -
left silence,
fear -
me.

Fear not of dreaming shattered
or violent, struggling death
but dreams forgotten, faded -
and life abandoned -
left.

That soft, diffusing, fading glow
knows no season's turning -
but finds the weary traveler
in Sun it turns to Snow.