A SEASON DISCREET

A SEASON DISCREET Summer comes and goes, I know Perhaps I just missed it, this year A season that hardly differs here Slow to appear, and is soon to go Summer arrives yet leaves so fast Rarely ever in any mood to linger Autumn merely has to lift a finger And daily sunshine is gone at last Summer again just came and went Daily heat barely lasting a few days And exceptionally, it might amaze Yet soon all of its warmth is spent Summer, thought the ideal season It’s love and laughter, kids at play For some, too soon to pass away Yet it has both rhyme and reason Summer, a memory that is fleeting Nature, with the bounty of spring It may think that it has everything Perhaps only a heart that’s beating