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.