Sun-Kiss

I can feel it again through the window pane…
The heat of your rays lost in winter & rain.

You’re burning the side of my face’s pale hide…
As, towards the surface, you fight freezing tide.

Surge past the gray palls as the final flake falls…
End my sentinel watch over live screen walls.

Get your rainbow of oils & golden foils.
Paint brilliant anew upon blank canvas soils.

Tease out warm beauty, your ultimate duty…
Maddeningly fecund, rotten & fruity.

Yes, weeks yet still cold as the season grows old;
But I can feel spring ride in on rays of gold.