Gooseflesh by C.L. Gingerich
I feel the warmth,
the heat from the sun.
It soaks into my feet,
seeking every inch of skin.
The light sparkles off my toes,
glittering from the pale pink polish.
Suddenly! The sun escapes to hide
behind a line of clouds.
Cold. Cold. Cold.
My skin crawls with gooseflesh.
Then a burst of light!
The sun returns, sharing its happy warmth once more.