Spring Warmth

Warm sun on my back
Heating flesh
Against the crisp breeze
Blowing across the lake
Even in the sun
The metal railing sends chills
Through clothing
Reminding
Winter is not yet gone
But it feels good
Raw wind in my hair
Sharp on my beardless face
Without a jacket
Hat
Gloves
Summer is on the horizon
Burning off the cold
Soon flesh will melt
And seek shade
Artic inside air
When the sun is high
Beating with boxer’s gloves
Against my tender flesh
Inflicting painful searing marks
I look forward to those days

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