The hesitant rays
of the coy one
hiding behind dreary clouds
and cold mountains
Slanting, straight,
at times oblique,
dancing in abandon
unmindful of the laws of physics
As eager to reach me
with arms extended past joints
As I am to embrace them
beyond the comforts of my being
The warmth of the morning
when the sun chooses to shed
his slumber and mine
Is more than just some light
reaching this mite on the soil
It's the very womb of the galaxy
reaching out for her child
Making the bleak winter at times
almost worth having.
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