Heartfelt Weather Report 2

Skies crimson and gold

Horizons glossy with heat

Barefoot on sidewalks

Warmth rising from soles

Spreading across shoulders

Like the spanning of fuzzy wings

While the star rises

For life once again

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Not a February type of poem, but I have known such days in June.

[wolfie]

It depends where you are in the world. Where I am, it's cold in the night, and hot the rest of the day unless it rains. So when the sun rises, the cold starts easing away.