Throughout the clouds she rises
Spectacular sun
Lay beams on me
Through winters cold
Any bit will do
To take these aching
Joints
And lend them a reprieve
From the stiff
And tight
Throb
Let it come
Oh sun on high
Grow close
To this earth
Who finds itself weary
Of the bitter chill.
Yes, I see her
She comes quietly
Peering through the clouds
Peek-a-boo child
I smile
Ah, yes
Warmth spreads
Peace.

“There with my soul I fed, I fed content,supercilious”
Walt Whitman