Because the Sun Slept In

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It was dark and blustery at 7:30 when Matt's bus came, 

then it seemed as if suddenly the sun realized she's late...

The sun climbed

Out of bed late today

Then, tripped on a tent

That tore and spilled tears

To a floor worn by years

Of her temperament

She stubbed her toe

On an ocean of snow

It didn’t melt, but fell

Not in soft-tumbled froth

But like steel-threaded cloth

To ice-swathed field and dell

The sun slept in

She didn’t grin

In her usual, ticklish way

Who knew that gold

Could be so cold

On a sun-slept-in kind of day?

Now she scales time's frail ladder

To her post of duty

...a throne in the foothills of heaven

While we lament,

Her Temperament

-al ways that need shovellin'

© Janet Martin

Maybe she'll warm up after a few cups of coffee. (the sun, that is;)