Today the sun is faint
its pulse weak from yesterday
it was altogether too much
too soon to share its full strength.
Today the skies have closed,
asking us to go inside
to find our own source of warmth.
Perhaps the Gods
are merely playing with us,
forget Spring and all her flowers.
In equal measure
the dark is a perfect companion
for our temperamental sun.
With the depth of darkness,
just a few short hours away
in the quiet cold stillness
there are dangers lurking
begging some to step outside,
I beg you hideaway with me
bury yourself underneath
the warm and weighted blankets.
Curled up with a set of words
it’s easy to fall into another place
hurry before the sun rises
taking away all our secrets.
Come tomorrow
it’s supposed to rain
and if that’s truly the case
I invite you to lay in bed
binge watch until things settle
the sun is shinning
the flowers are photographed again
and the darkness
is something we sleep through.
