Light breaks on ridged surfaces
Like ice melting in the sun
Reflecting into my world
Warming porches
To look at the expanse beyond
What do you see out there?
Get out of the shade
The break
The crest of the day
Light is coming
I reach
Stretch from the cold
My fingertips try to grasp for warmth
Tip toes to high places
I cannot reach
Come down to me
I plea
Waiting, trying, patiently
I will not run
Or hide away
I want the light
Cover me