A cold sunny day

It looks like sunrise
and it terrifies him.
He is not afraid of daylight.
au contraire! He loves it.
He loves the warmth. The light
finding rest on his skin. The sensation of hope
and the beauty it reveals to him. He loves
daylight and the life it grows in him

Yet, he is terrified.
For he sees nightfall beside the horizon.
And the cold of night beyond his fence.
That it recedes for a day does not mean its demise.
He fears, with a bone-rattling dread, its return.
And his tremble pre-empts it.

The sunrise,
his world of hope
is forever cast in his fear
of night.

It is a cold day.


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