Respite
None more than she will greet the warming sun.
The winter's storms have chilled her to the bone.
Now coloured signs of summer have begun
She sits atop a transient gilded throne.
As fickle sun will shine but sparingly
She knows full well she must gang warily.
Copyright © Peter Rees | Year Posted 2020
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