A woman needs a patch of sun 

Not two or three, or many

Just one

If only to bathe for a moment or two

Before buzzing off like bees will do

If she could get but just enough

To soften the skin of her face

Her love will warm you to your core

If she could have a moment more

Of sunlight in the corner

The corner is where winter cold

Has a secret weakness to behold

The rays break through the seamless chill

But once a day upon this hill

If she can bring her bed out here

And nap for ten in melty sleep

Like a daisy’s petal soft and meek

Her love and fondness you might keep

A woman who lives in piles of snow 

Needs a patch of sun 

A day where powder glows and ice grips the overhang

Is a day for all to gleam at

But for a woman with a lack of sun

It is a day she’ll likely dream at

The sun may not warm enough to melt

And the sky will close like a den

But the rays on her face she felt

Will tell her all will be well again

When the storm is white and cold

She’ll think of what the ancestors told

That many years before 

They lived the winter more

Tightly bundled together 

Waiting for the weather

To open up and run

Toward that little patch of sun