Potpourri

All ablaze those summer days, And such sweet scented flowers! Glorious gardens and sweet bouquets, Summer madness in fragrant bowers! Harvest the grapes and pour red wine; Whispers of soft, sweet memories... Burnished autumn days are so fine; Wild winds scatter love's debris. Before the sunrise, there was June, And heady, drunken August; Night birds sang to the moon, Wanton fields blossomed lust. This mellow season, blooms are faded; No more the blues and brights. Now the time when love is jaded; Coming on, the lonely nights! But, days of rapture soon come again, And fury of garden and field! And indigo nights and champagne- Our fate is sealed!