Blue Skies Grace

Summer's blue has returned to us
So brilliant is the sky I can barely look
To admire the sun's radiance with
Cotton dabbed white floating elegantly

Winter's grey has finally fled and
Spring's efforts have not gone unnoticed
Now is the time to hold fast to the day
As Summer ascends like the sun 'til noon

Let us forget Autumn's turn though
Autumn will not and duly comes
An explosion of colour in final chance
Before drearily Winter once again

By Pete Scopes