Fall Lover

My springtime love was much too young. He came before his flings were flung. Beguiled by beauty in the spring. His fickle love was passing thing. A summer love was more mature But much too hot to long endure. The heat of summer soon will pass And then I’ll be a lonely lass. In fall I have a cooler head To search for one to warm my bed. Fall love survives the wind's first blast And through the winter’s cold will last. . For Michael’s contest “Falling in Love in the Fall”