At last, the sun is alone in the sky!


The sundial's deep shadow moves again,
Church bells in pagan praise chime,
Your serene shafts have banished rain,
Turned dark green into luscious lime,
Scarce bees toast you with nectar,
Butterflies beat wings in your praise,
For you are the summer's true sceptre,
Warming hearts and minds with your rays.

Chris Fernie, 2009

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-05-24 at 12:41

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