The sun has come out. I’m whispering this in case it hears me and pops back in again. It’s very temperamental and only makes fleeting appearances. To celebrate it’s return to the dark North of England, I wrote this:-
Sunsplashed
1
Greetings this morning
Buttery stuttery sun!
Touching us with life.
2
Your golden smile shines
In unblinking cloudless skies
Waking our spirits
3
Dwarfed by your presence
Golden shimmering fingers
Wash us with their touch
4
Life’s light glows vivid
A grand illumination
Regal and truthful
5
Great and shadowless
Your light, miasma’s echo
Stands in silhouette.
©L. M. Roberts 2010
