the sun has that certain haze
as if it were the dead of Summer
and heat radiated through the air
but
this is a tease a reminder of those days
because indeed the air is fresh
and sharp as it should be in Winter
at the seaside a roaring song and dance
those distant waves appear as a range
the ridges of a desert mountain top
and
silhouetted at depths with the vibrance
of sunset hues bringing shade to the wild
while preparing for the cool of night
the reflections are shorter now
and I lose sight of that glowing orb
as far off clouds take shape to dip
then
colors shift to violet, navy and maroon
leaving a bruise to bumps in the night
and dream of an August day by the sea
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC
the sun has that certain haze
as if it were the dead of Summer
and heat radiated through the air
but
this is a tease a reminder of those days
because indeed the air is fresh
and sharp as it should be in Winter
at the seaside a roaring song and dance
those distant waves appear as a range
the ridges of a desert mountain top
and
silhouetted at depths with the vibrance
of sunset hues bringing shade to the wild
while preparing for the cool of night
the reflections are shorter now
and I lose sight of that glowing orb
as far off clouds take shape to dip
then
colors shift to violet, navy and maroon
leaving a bruise to bumps in the night
and dream of an August day by the sea
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