January Sun
I take for granted I’ll enjoy sun’s rays
for days on end three seasons of the year;
but Winter, though she has some winning ways,
is loath to treat us to sun-fueled cheer.
When gold some January afternoon
bursts free to warm my winter-tethered heart,
I love the warmth much more than in late June
when summer comes to bid fair Spring depart.
July 28, 2020
entered in the Strand Completely New (14) Poetry Contest 1st place
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