Winter’s Summer Day

12 Feb

Dusk of Friday
Merriment begins.

Wine flowing,
Ego’s growing,
The night will have no end.

The moon’s half-lit glow
Sets the dizzy scene,
Of men
A haze of lover’s dreams.

Time moseys by,
But is deceptively quick.
Suddenly its late,
And we agree —
Nothing ever goes as planned —
The night fades into obscurity.

I rise at eleven,
And the wonderous day begins.

It is a surprise,
A warm gem,
Amidst an icy year.

The brilliant shine
Of our brilliant sun
Draws the women outside.

I see in them
The Sun, Man, and Earth’s beauty.


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