January 2, 2014

 

 

The blinding winter sun,

sits lowly in the skies.

No good to man or beast,

and not in line to win a prize?

 

The warming springtime sun,

brings new life, a cold spell denies.

Each bud a cherished radiance,

that overnight, grew by surprise.

 

The scorching summer sun,

causing squinting of the eyes.

A constant danger to us all,

unless caution, we exercise.

 

The grandest autumn sun,

that perfectly situated lies.

And watches like a godfather,

as leaves say their last goodbyes.

 

 

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