Those days of prime 'neath skies of apple wine,
transformed infatuation into hope,
while nights of Spring, beneath the stars divine,
inspired two vernal lovers to elope.
When fervor waned and solstice peaked the sky,
those days were singed and weathered in the broil,
their days of Spring soon seared and withered dry
as ruddy skies were bleached in Summer's boil.
But as the fervid pace began to slow
and swelter chilled beneath an Autumn glaze,
their golden embers kindled to a glow
as tempered hearts redeemed their youthful ways.
The rage of Summer simmers to a hush
when Autumn paints the sky a golden blush.
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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