The Mistress of Word Play

A trail of sunlight finds my hand
elusive escaping like grains of sand.
There is a power which does energize
that comes from sunbeams in winter skies.

Fleeting beauty captured and set free
reviving all the desolate sights I see.
Streaming in ringlets like an angel's hair
stealing the chill from the stark cold air.

Held for a moment I whisper my good-bye
and release the blessing back into the sky.
Still remembering how warm and bright
I felt at holding the blessing of sunlight.

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