The sun claims a day
when calendars shiver and leech
poorer expectations; the sun rules.
Inside the glass and steel contain
moving through traffic, there are amusements
in the mites and specks that dance along bright beams
Remebering the feeling, moments as a child
in the sunny grip of cold air; it was
so strange to feel the sun on my skin
and a chill in my core. I wondered
how to get the chill to rise
and warmth to sink into happiness.
For that lost and lonely moment,
found again as when helpless children
wince and accept; the sun claims a day.
Uncovered winter folds a page of spring
when we would flinch because a passing cloud
has temporarily stolen our joy.
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