You, at break of day;

You, rising.

Through the dim-lit rooms you go.

You, moving.

Sun and earth and wind together,

You are my glad-changing weather.

You, climate-face of love—

Sometimes happy—rain of joy;

Sometimes sad—way too hot!

Stormy, calm, wild, serene,

Everything in between.

But always, ever, you.

You, at fall of night;

You, moving in sleep.