The gusting wind bites cold
Against the short hair on the
Back of my neck
Standing on the beach in
Late winter
To remind myself there once was sun
Rain is never welcome
When it’s cold
Mixed with the spray off the shore
In small speckled liquid shards
They bite with the wind
Against the short hair on the
Back of my neck
I think
A little sun can’t hurt
Warm respite
I can feel it as I see it in my mind
Its presence palpable
I take off my hat
In the cold and rain
Wind blows through thick curls
And i feel the fancied sun
Beat down
Children run with sand-packed feet
Splashing in the foamy surf
Apparition summer
Apparition heat
The chill turns peaceful
And I know the light is there
Striking at once, it slowly leaks across the eastern sky
Above it the singular stars extinguish into light
The long fingers of the sun
Reaching into the heavens, masking the night
The night, once lonely, dark and cold
Ebbs slowly and reluctant
Begrudging each sky inch,
Smiling coy, chagrin; transplendant
Dawn pushes forth unfettered
Shading shadow night receding
Finally the day
(repeating)
At last the sun awakens
Peering over the distant swaying plains
Stranger to subtlety, grand in its display
It reigns
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