Sunsense

As the thickets lay their winter coat down,
The creamy clouds hustle and bustle above,
The blue ether scrambling to be seen,
To give the land far below its love.

To caress the pastures and to warm the backs,
To bring out the best of its mother,
Suckling and summoning all to bring what has lacked,
Through millenia of rotation to smother.

From the peaks of distant mounds,
Rolling down to flats awash with life,
Participants seeking glow with frowns,
How long will the embrace be until knived.

A shower, a droplet of grace, requiring,
Only a uttersnce to wash away past sins,
Refreshed, reborn longing for merriment and song,
Blooming, basking in amber coils all around.

Treated with contempt, not joy, only,
Minimalistic tendency not to smile,
Never embrace longingly as never far,
In time ahead does the cloak once more descend.

But natural, as day is night,
It diminishes to form a dusk light,
Mists descend and old form,
Returns to wrap its cold digits like a swarm.