Unexpected Sun
Swirls of winter grey
blur to a radiant gold-
a lush vibrant glow.
Over-achieving,
An anomalous sun smiles
its odd enthusiasm.
I do not entreat-
Don’t pray for more or longer,
But I simply bask.
The surprise of warmth,
from such daunting chill-blown skies,
Is too great a gift
In any increment.
blur to a radiant gold-
a lush vibrant glow.
Over-achieving,
An anomalous sun smiles
its odd enthusiasm.
I do not entreat-
Don’t pray for more or longer,
But I simply bask.
The surprise of warmth,
from such daunting chill-blown skies,
Is too great a gift
In any increment.
1 Comments:
I'll never hate summer again.
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