Shelter in Place

Just when I thought

the Sun had betrayed me

to shelter in place

somewhere deep in grey clouds,

her sweet kiss

brushes my shoulder

and wakes me from a restless night of sleep.

The shadows make way

for her gentle sweeping hand

golden

across my face.

I smile.

She keeps me company

and I drink in her warmth

and nestle in the neck

of her yellow light

and I’m reminded

of patience

and blue skies

because she always comes back.

She always comes back.