MOCK THE SUN

When the winds from snowy mountains roll through

River valleys and rumble to shorelines

Shivering skies turn seas a deeper blue

And mock the sun although it boldly shines.

Wet sand won’t dry as frigid chill factors

Dive to an icy low that snap freezes

The skin of surfers and other actors

Pretending to bask in balmy breezes.

Clouds rush to flee the western sky’s expanse

Before sunset’s rays can singe their extremes,

As if the roaring squall set up their chance

To search for beaches warmed by kinder streams.

Then dark falls crisp and heavy like a blow

Of midwinter air fresh from peaks of snow.