Four o'clock

Warm on my shoulders, The sun comes as a surprise On winter afternoons. It makes me turn to see The wood of the window frame Alive in amber light, The outside beckoning golden. I feel the glow on my neck As I stretch. Through closed eyes I see it still. As I turn again, I feel it Settle around me.

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