Poetry

Winter Sun

Night to day,
Day to night,
Yet summer’s sun refused to rise.

For when the snows fall there comes an impostor,
A coward, behind the clouds shied.
A weak and feeble thing, unwarm, unbright,
A winter’s time unsun.

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