Here I am again with more sonnets! This set of 8 is based around the sky and times of day.
Sun
A warm soul is he of many faces
Limpid and pale on a chill winter's morn
Yet when the spring comes how fast he races
To summon the daffodils from the lawn
And summer's image is so hot and bright
His broad beam inviting a sleepy trance
How golden he turns in the autumn light
As leaves of all colours take up their dance
But oft does he hide in a shroud of grey
Dull in his journey from dawn until dusk
Sometimes he burns those who walk at midday
Sparing no saint nor thief nor soul at busk
This giver of life fickle in his ways
Is predictable in his yearly phase
Moon
Ancient yet youthful is her form so pale,
Sometime rotund and sometime slight as fae,
As thru' the night's velvet skies doth she sail,
To aid the trav'ller who has lost his way.
On winter nights she wears rings of all shades,
A halo remains in spring's coolest air,
In summer she late arrives in the glades,
And autumn's harvest sees her smile so rare.
Yet some nights she shyly hides behind clouds,
Or turns her dark back to the weary soul,
And lamplight must govern the nightly crowds,
For darkness is friend only to the mole.
Again thru' the sky this pale lady rides,
This lighter of ways, mistress of the tides.
Stars
At moonrise in countless number you'll see
Kings and Queens of such
marvellous brightness
Fine jewels in each patch of night velvety
Distant monarchs each with their own lightness
How far they are from our homeland humble
Yet strong enough that we know each by name
And even should one form take a tumble
We know its path: can calculate its aim
Tho' with each sunrise these royals do fade
Obscured behind the daytime's lightened skies
After the sun has made his grand parade
They reappear to soothe our weary eyes
Eternal bodies so noble and bright
Those Lords and Ladies of infinite night