Composed by the Sun

It’s currently 58 degrees fahrenheit  outside,

But I can’t resist the sunshine.

The warmest place is in the sun’s ray,

The warmest place is where I will stay.

I prose and meditate as I look at the sun,

From beneath my closed eyelids a poem begun.

I feel the breeze begin to cut thru my sun’s  ray.

For a moment from the cold I shutter way.

Eyes still closed I feel the sun’s warmth return,

And to my prose I also return.

Something about dancing in the light,

The brightness of summer and everything right,

To dwell on all the beauty in life,

Over-thinking everything wonderful, everything nice.

The sun dips behind the horizon,

Ending this day, ending this poem.

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