The Sun is up this morning,
And it’s bright and warm and clear,
I can see Catalina Island —
Like it’s right next door and near.
It’s quiet and the air is still —
No wind to move the trees.
The birds are out, flying about,
And even so the Bees
The trees are bright in blossoms —
And the fragrance does abound.
It’s hard to believe it’s winter,
Now that January has come round.
We’re short of rain, at present,
While back east it’s ice and snow;
Their power is out — and suffering —
While here, to the beach I go.
I can’t wear my warmy jackets
Nor the winter clothes at all.
It’s back to the short sleeve items,
While in the midwest, temperature falls.
I wonder why I’m so lucky,
To live in Malibu?
Was it something that I did?
That such luck would now come due?
Oh well, I’ll just not think it out,
But soak up all this Sun —
And enjoy the colors of the sea,
Before the winter comes.
H. Emmett Finch