March Maître d’

Lovely sky-flower, 

Sweet solar-plume, 

You have the power 

To set hearts a-bloom!

She is able to beguile

Even misers by Her smile

Weather-forecasters would be hated, I fear

If ever She chose to disappear

(I have heard people rant at the weatherman when the sun has not made an appearance for a while , and he had to remind them that he is merely the messenger and has no power over Her;)

It's Weekly  Wikem-time . Wanna know what that is? See Definition here, then play, won't you?

The Sun is by far the brightest object in the sky; Wikipedia

You wake the world with gold, behold

Another day begins, and we

Seem cheerier somehow, all told

When kissed by heaven’s maître d’

You warm the brook and free its dance

Not with a rough-neck yank and kick

But with caresses you romance

Winter with winsome limerick

…and on the pond where skaters twirled

And whirled while you watched from afar

You reach from some strange outer world

To splash its sash with broken star

…where now the loafing dreamer lies

Reborn beneath your smile as you

Scrawl soft upon earth’s stirring sighs

The sprawling shadow, gray, not blue

…and those of more and middle years

Are suddenly much younger too

As they inhale your elixir

Then dare to dream a dream or two

…beneath you, world-wide super-star

As old as time, still you impress

Each generation, for you are

The maître d’ of happiness

© Janet Martin

Don't you love it when you think it's going to be a cloudy day and suddenly the sun breaks through in a grand Hallelujah Chorus?!