A Shadow In The Morning Sun Poem by Sean Hill

it was a stellar afternoon,
morning cold air coughed away;
and the Sun's little brother took over,
he's a funny little fellow that just doesn't
hang around, if you know what i mean.
clouds driving by, and here, and there-
Sun would smile from time to time,
the warmth of a really good smile
truly stellar and oh, so delightfully right
for a middle of the day January 13th.
made me smile too and thank God,
we're still alive.