Tuesday, February 8, 2022


 The sun that sparked so hot so bright is like

A silver penny never worth the fight 

For what of clouds holding  a storm alike 

Can heaven prevent a wayward glance now 

Each day dazzles so hot so bright is like 

Inferno walking the streets scant and bare 

Timid ones are hidden away unlike 

Brash revelers of heat and scorching sun 

Is this a good time to go on a hike 

If an arm can hide under cotton sleeve 

Then sun can dance so hot so bright is like 

© gillena cox 2022