“You seem sad,”
she said, summer-eyed,
through the window
…and I reflected
upon the moment,
and upon myself,
and upon the exhaustion
that threatened
to consume all else.
She was young and strong,
vital and vibrant,
a cloudless-sunrise-sky,
like gold, both gleaming,
and shining.
The corners of her eyes
betrayed an honest smile.
Thankfully, a thin veil
could not conceal
the warmth of the sunrise
trying to rise, then rising.
Hapless,
I took with me her given light,
as the moment passed.
Such is the gift of the sun…
the given strength
to walk a bit farther,
to live fully and further,
when certainty told you,
“Dusk has finally come.”
With the sadness at bay,
I returned to the living,
to rest and rise again,
blessed by Summer’s light,
her kindness,
and her giving.
© CG Tenpenny, 2021.