Balm

The day is simply brighter with her here;
I don't blame global warming, but her smile.
The winds no longer bite, nor cut nor shear,
But warmly waft across me for a while
As I sit by her, holding close her hand.
Nor does the rain dare fall upon my head
When I sit by her, but, as by command,
Stays in the clouds, and waters hills instead
To drain into the river and stop drought.
When she is with me, all the world receives
The blessings that it cannot live without;
Even the trees retain their last few leaves
Because she brings warm weather in her wake;
Only when she is gone will winter break.