The Last Sunshine

The sun has faded
too quickly.
The bright light
evaporates into murkiness.
The last good day
of beautiful,
buring rays
on my sun-thirsty
skin.

So dehydrated
at least till April.

Parched and stuck
till I can bare
my polka-dotted arms again
and free my stifeled toes
from strangling socks.

Blanketed in cold gray and snow
looms as the next sunrise
crawls over the mountain peaks

Naked with sunshine
is best.