On Sunlight and Walks

On Sunlight and Walks

I like to walk
On Summer days
to feel the Sun
Its luxious rays

In Fall I feel the
Air so chill
creeping softly up the hill
But hearing crunch
of fallen leaves
brings the warmth of
smile to my cheeks

Winter takes the Sun away
I see it only through the glass
that acts a barrier to the warmth
and—standing—I can only see--not feel--its affects

Spring comes in lurches
Sometimes late
But whether in the morn or eve
Walking outside, begins anew
the Sunlight bursts from within
a paradise of golden whim