Apricity: The warmth of the sun in winter.
A touch so delicate,
almost indiscernible in presence.
Apricity’s soft breaths bloom of
incandescence.
Playful mischief of the breeze unveils
her wide, gauzy strokes
as gray-tinted translucence
bleeds an amber hoax.
Through tenderly clasped wings,
blight dissipates out of sight.
Remnant trails of radiance set
the bleak world alight.
But foreign echos howl across the distance
as gusts and gales blow in their native tongue.
Her warm caress rescinds;
whispers remain unsung.
Beneath the familiar comfort of a
cumulonimbus cloud,
she retreats into bleak shadows
concealed by a wispy shroud.
The path of Apricity in
intrinsic simplicity
commands no less
than pure eccentricity.
Janice Lee is a poet from Southern California. In her free time, you can find her playing tennis or spending time with friends and family.