The Bright Lady

Sonnet about The Bright Lady

Wispy veils of grey draping upon her

Tantalizingly shifting as she glides

Smoldering gaze that is never demure

Til behind a velvet curtain she hides.

A jealous sister bathing in her light

Bright disposition, smiling all the same

Sharing that which she has without a fight

For moods that change, her sister is to blame.

Ev'ry day she travels across the land

Bestowing her bounty without a fear

Giving, ever giving, makes no demand

Her path meandering throughout the year.

Shine on, sweet lady, and sing from the heart

For another day is about to start.