She pulls her blanket of grey over me.
The rippled darkness that covered my sleep
Is not the angry sky of a summer storm.
It is a welcome one when morning’s filtered light
Shows the remnants of her tears that she shed
While I rested from a day’s heated toil and labor.
I step out and smile at the hidden sunrise
Feeling her first cool kiss upon this skin
Aching for her return to walk with me hand in hand.
Skyward I look and see the blanket that hid
Day’s first rays from my morning eyes.
I know she will blow away that cover with her breath
And whisk me along with her to dance among
The golden leaves, first fallen, that pay homage
To she, my beautiful harvest Queen.
Inspired by @BrookeBreazeale and her beautiful writing in the piece Redemption. I loved feeling her exultation and exhilaration for this time of year, and what she experienced. This is my way of expressing the same thing that happened overnight and this morning here in the deep south.