The Sun is a lady this morning - because she lights the ice on my window with diamonds - and her slender fingers feel the snow and melt its heart.

The Sun is a lady this morning because the brilliant light in the ice on my window illuminates measures of cold silverware on my table for my stupendous breakfast, waking them warm to be used to fill me up for my days work under my lady’s feet

The Sun is a lady this morning because she curtsied behind the trees before she peeped out and left her vault of night to be happy with me and my house. She knelt at the base of the great trees on the ridge and kissed the ground they stand upon, before showing her beautiful face, one that only the stars in Heaven know for sure.

The Sun is a lady this morning because she knelt at my bedside and kissed my brow with a shaft of light from her brilliance in orbs - heaven scent.

Denis King