Glorious Star

Writer, Maggie Francis Lane
copyright A Timeless Company, Inc 

Oh glorious star, so shamelessly bright, where do you hide on mornings so stark, so gray and drear?

I would be off to find you but for all I have to do. 
You must be up to something where'er it is you are, playing quietly among the other stars.

It's summertime, I guess you know, or did you forget your finest hour of radiant splendor? 

Perhaps you're tired of hearing us curse the blistery hot afternoons...

the May’s, July’s and June’s