Lazy Sun
Today is half gone and the sun has not come.
Winter days the sun is lazy.
Morning is past, grey to the last.
The old sun cries in his pillows.
They say the sun is a fellow to shun.
In the summer he turns you crazy,
But I sympathise with the sore, wet eyes
Of the sun in the cloud’s soft billows.
In the summer he turns you crazy,
But I sympathise with the sore, wet eyes
Of the sun in the cloud’s soft billows.
Old sun, sad sun.
Sleep sun, die sun.
The sun is grey all the wet dim day.
Do you really sit up there and cry, sun?
Sleep sun, die sun.
The sun is grey all the wet dim day.
Do you really sit up there and cry, sun?
Ann Foxglove
Mon 15th Nov 2010 17:50
I really love the first four lines. The beginning of the next verse loses momentum for me, but the end comes back strong. Good one!