The Afternoon Sun September 10, 2019September 10, 2019 / Michael J. Cunningham The summer garden suns itself, Slightly baked in the elevated warmth of three pm, Displaying my whites to the point of translucency, Yet making me smile as others skins turn brown without shade. xxx As I smile happily to all those passing. Rate this:Share with others Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related