Feather and ice

Little known fact:  the sun is the stem which melts the ice on every imaginable feather. Little bird, do you wish to fly away solo or in a flock?  

It's that time of year

 When paper and sun meet at the intersection of "happy."  

How the beautiful is in the eye

 

of the sun and gladdens the heart.  

Sun

is a window flung open to things bright & beautiful.

 Hopeful, too.

Precisely

the sun's love of a well loved kitchen.  May every refrigerator be a liquid landscape.   
 

Nothing static

 about language, especially when poetry involved.  And if the sun is shining, well there you have it.  

If the sun where a succulent

in bloom....