Sun rays, like liquid gold,
pour generously over winter-beaten skin.
A welcome feeling ~ a long time coming.
Like slow streams of hot honey pouring,
it melts away any thoughts laced with gloom and gray.
Delightful in all its radiance, is the sun.
So large you can almost touch it,
yet, so far away, almost a figment of a very vivid imagination.
But real, for its heat easily radiates,
through skin that has been craving its burn.
A searing reminder of its magnificence,
igniting souls from within ~ as only the sun can do.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall