Peek-a-Boo
The sun is playing peek-a-boo.
It warms me when it’s out,
But when it hides behind the clouds,
A chill shows off its clout.
I much prefer the sunshine’s rays,
Which sink into my skin,
Reminding me that spring’s the season
We will soon be in.
Between the cotton puffs of cloud,
The sky’s a lovely blue,
Which darkens just a bit each time
The sun plays peek-a-boo.
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