by Louis Faber
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we cling to the fleeting sun
by Rosalie Hendon
Winter sunlight is better than nothing
Like a cup of tea, weak and lukewarm
from its second steeping
by Shamik Banerjee
The child of Summer wears a crown
as bright the compass of the Sun;
whose joyful mood coruscates down
to lighten it on everyone.