A tentative sun
glints shyly
from the bank of grey
that has doused us daily all year.
The hesitant sun
touches briefly
the bare trees,
the sodden landscape.
The cowardly sun
takes one look
and decides to retreat
into the gloom.
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Playing hide and seek with us, as you know, Viv, and snow’s on the way. Know any good sun dances or incantations?
we too have had this cowardly sun. like the ‘y’ in the first stanza, and the whole piece.
I very much like this one and I agree with Pseu; it’s the dastardly clouds.
Well put. Cowardly sun great image!
I love watching the weather (sky) Such an apt description of the wimpy winter sun!!
Brief show of sun this morning here in Northumberland but now it’s drizzling again – the washing is back inside but at least the semi-dry wood that Duncan brought home with him is chopped up and under cover. Sally
It’s not the sun’s fault!!
Its the dastardly clouds….
Nice triplet