She Is

She is the season that beguiles wisdom With ripe fresh fruit and calming breeze She is the ocean lapping at the shore Dashing back then coming forth She is each smooth pebble skimmed across the sea She is the sun, bursting through the trees She is sand castles, ice creams, and deck chairs She is the frolicking abandonment of cares She is everything; there's nothing in-between She is every fragrant flower; the perfumed air I breathe She is a lust that cannot last Cooling rapidly, a love soon past Soon her feelings will cloud over Soon the hills will lose their aroma Soon there will be nothing but withered leaves Dead rose heads and deserted trees; Soon the hunts will claim the life Of the bounding fox, with it's playful mind For she can't stay indefinitely Except of course, in memory.