The sun delivers late like morning post
I’m waiting for the first sign of the dawn
See it hiding like a pink flushed ghost
In two short days ,it will be at its lowest
Before we note, it’s been and swift has run.
The sun delivers late just like the post
I wish I were on Norfolk’s Northern coast
There the sun will rise and on strands fawn
See it waving like a scarlet ghost.
Pale gold sands edge seas that Norsemen rode
How daring were these Danes,where have they gone?
The sun delivers late just like the post
Here love lives and here will love abide
Seeds of wild flowers , cliffs behind Weybourne
See the sun waste till it is a ghost
These natural happenings fill my mind with awe
Symbols are created from light raw
The sun delivers late and does not boast
See it skitter like a winter ghost
