He looked up at the wan sun again.

The autumnal trees, spindly, moulting, were cast into darkness as if the wan sun had been eclipsed.

Meanwhile, I was scarcely more animate than the two old trees that cast faint shadows on the pavement in the wan autumnal sun.

Shortly after the wan sun rose from the murk, the caravan halted.

By then, a wan sun had come out.

It was the wan sun, not mine age, that scorched me.

This is not the wan sun of April, masquerading as March.

The horse was snorting and anxious, and the snow on the road was fast melting in the wan sun.

The wan sun had turned to slate-gray clouds, and mist threatened to hurry the dark along.

He turned halfway around and saw that the tiny, wan sun was already nearing the distant rocky horizon.