Radiant pools of light on the floor.
Warm the skin with a promise of more.
In that shaft is a truth & a lie.
Spring is here; but winter’s not gone by.
Like orange & yellow daffodils;
Blooming thru frost with their sunny frills.
A draft dispels this sun craft charm.
There’s still danger of frostbitten harm.
Yet, slowly light’s fraud becomes the truth…
The world will warm & all will be couth.

