I have endured the cold winter and embraced its freezing air, but I am ready for the sun.
A child born in one of two solstices, yearning for the warmth.
Though this desert weather dries and dehydrates, the blazing sun is a memorable touch.
To feel and long for a fire near winter’s end.
Your hot kiss upon my skin rejuvenates my soul.
You give life, and you mend.
I sense your nearing; no longer do we need burning coal.
For I am a child born of the sun.