“At what was against herself affected her more; but she raised both arms to the sky and her eyes to the sun’s bright beams, By yonder resplendent orb with his glistening rays.”
From the first ray of sunlight waking,
Moments of love between the sheets,
Every morning I lift my head towards his sunbeams;
My face is washed in the warmth of him and the coming day.
The cold wind slows to a cool breeze,
I shiver, but he leans into me and holds me tight.
My breath gust gently, as I blow snow upon his Douglass fir,
Creating miniature burst,
Turning each granule of snow into a glistening jewel.
Scampering across the newly laid snow;
Where I stay perched upon his full plush tree limb,
His songs open up to clear blue sky,
With only a single round glowing orb, rising.
As the sun’s radiance rises above the horizon,
Engulfing the blanket of his covered land,
Within his brilliance all I see is his glittering, snow, white, and morning,
And a resplendent wonderland.