The leaves are turning green, just as we knew they would. They are turning green and sprouting life, clothing naked trees. And the sun was here today, golden and warm. I never knew I would someday yearn for your presence and warmth, dear sun.
Nobody knew why I faced the sky and let myself bask in the glow, breathing in your beauty and smiling as you smiled.
I never gave you a moment's thought before now. You were born for us; to dry clothes and give light, rising and setting when you should, as you should. I never gave you a moment's thought until there was winter and there was ice and in that harshness of the sweeping snow, I sought for you but you were gone. Where did you go, shiny one, where did you go.
Whisper your story to me...
Nobody knew why I followed you behind the trees and let my heart leap as you slowly climbed and took your place in the sky. You took your place, giant star of the nebula. You took your place, spinning like a splendid toy.
I never thought I would write for you. I used to have too much of you; scorching and sweltering and spoiling my face. I ran from you and wished you away. I used to, until I came to a place where trees stood naked, arms raised to heaven, praying for you to come.
I saw you coming from the east. And now I take a picture of you and watch you; glowing to take the cold away, gleaming over the parkways, rising silently but surely above the winds.
I don't want to get out of the house. I don't want to get out of the bus. Whenever there's a getting out, cold greets me. Gripping ice cold. White glacial stones. I've been miserable for months. Where have you been, glossy one, where have you been.
We walk together, me taking measured steps on the walkway, you floating slowly round the milky way. Floating like a fiery god, bleeding gold. While old browns litter floors, drowning in the wind. I like that you are here. I like that you came back with yellowness and warmth. Stay. Stay all year, and don't go away again.
p.s Enjoy the weather, whether snow or shine, enjoy, for every little thing is a beautiful gift from him.
