Canvas

I kick the sand forward
as the sun opens its eyes.
I must hurry while
we’re still suspended in time.

You bring a beauty that all can admire,
It’s getting close to the smell of spices,
blended in with cold noses, family.
I want it wrapped up.

Your laugh rings warmer than the blanket.
The fog settles in, I see it every morning.
We are crazy to be out here in December.
But it’s crazier to believe we wouldn’t.