Letter to the Winter Sunrise

You, so filled with giving passion

that I almost have to look away—

Morning lover, I was sad,

But then got caught-up

with your color and my mood moved

from gray to orange to yellow, to red,

and I was saved from dolor,

held fast with you as if we were in bed!

 

This morning, once again

your intense hues fanning out

across my dried-out grass,

held me up, embraced me as a friend,

and nodded now,

respectful, far off-lover.

Sky, all I need, without wanting,

I return again and again,

for direction, and with awe, even disbelief,

but you never fail me, are always there,

So I am coyly thinking

that if we keep meeting like this,

I may, or maybe might, or yes,

would, if you were to someday ask,

even consent to wed you.

Kay Weeks

January 1, 2013

Poem/Photos
In Ellicott City Historic District