Winter Sunrise Outside a Café Near Butte, Montana
Winter Sunrise Outside a Café
Near Butte, Montana
by Edward Hopper
A crazed sizzle of blazing bees
in the word EAT. Beyond it,
thousands of stars have faded
like deserted flowers in the thin
light washing up in the distance,
flooding the snowy mountains
bluff by bluff. Moments later,
the sign blinks, winks dark,
and a white-aproned cook—
surfacing in the murky sheen
of the window—leans awhile
like a cut lily . . . staring out
into the famished blankness
he knows he must go home to.
3 thoughts on “Winter Sunrise Outside a Café Near Butte, Montana”
I like the voice taken in this piece which is somehow in between Mother Nature and man. I get the impression that there is more to the poem than mere description perhaps man’s smallness in the universe and/or the loneliness and burden to find meaning in such. But that’s not to say that we should necessarily assume doom and gloom; where there is beauty, there is hope. The void of nothingness can be the canvas of creation. Thanks for sharing ?!
The question mark at the end of comment was a smiley face.
Edward Hopper dropping garnishes of nature’s acute awareness
of the season.