Don't Stop Now

The sun broke through the gray with verve
And IOUs for pinks and greens.
It put in longer days to serve
A preview peek at coming scenes.
It winked and banked off laughter's curve
Then sifted through the in-betweens
Of cold soup and hot hors d'oeuvre.
I plant tomatoes, lilies, beans,
Then hope the temperature won't swerve.
I long for lilacs, nectarines –
Don't falter, Sol, don't lose your nerve!