Climate Change

All hearts are young and gay in Spring When youth's charade is in full swing. Toward love's sweet well you shyly slink, Once there you do not hesitate to drink Or stop to think what will tomorrow bring. Youth, flagrantly ablaze with Summer's fires, Engulfed in new and strange desires, In words naïve, but honey-sweet, You prate of love without deceit, But passion's heat, unbridled, soon expires, And all the torrid promises you made By Summer's end begin to fade. Those fervent words hang dry and bare When Autumn's chill is in the air, And rare the fruit that ripens in the shade. But 'neath the glaze of Winter's snows Love's ember dims, yet still it glows. It hides and bides its time 'til Spring When hearts revive and come alive again, And love's sweet well reswells and overflows.