Over Farm Fields .....

A cantankerous

5 billion years old sun

Comme un homme,

Ou une femme,

D’un certain âge

Is poking fun at me today.

Playing games with me.

Hide and seek

Popping out from,

Flashing paparazzi-like,

Then

Back in behind

Over and over

Again and again

Baleful over-bearing blackish-grey clouds

Drip-dropping rain

Scattering showers

On soggy damp muddy sludge

Fudge-brown coloured terrain

As I drudge-trudge along the footpath

From Whitley Bay

Over farm fields,

Frightened for their futures,

To a not too far away

Shiremoor.

Winter 

At once warm and then cold

Cannot conceal nor contain

A sun

From time to time

Pleasantly

Surprisingly

Innocently

Wide-eyedly

Sometimes coyly

Happy and content

With its existence

A fireball flaming flaring

Firing its heat and warmth

93 million miles

Across the cold dark matter-less vacuum of space

That lies between it and me.