Almost the End

Dawn has long gone, just disappeared In a translucent haze, the quietest stage, Lost much too fast without enough fear, The earliest part got disposed of like wage, Waiting for spring to boldly awaken, Long nights replaced with the onset of nature, Bursts of desire in that moment were taken, By gathering passion of sweet nomenclature, Lovers descending from heaven embraced, Until their short shadows to vernal succumbed, The mysteries of love seem now long replaced With the chill of the bone as fingers get numb. Have no fear my dear for what I speak here, Is only just almost the end of a year.