The Hours

Golden park that turns to evening dim, And the soft music of bird on a limb; Rose garden, in the heat of a summer, And blushing orchards in deep slumber! Sateen moon dispels the evening gloom, To show the beauty of a night abloom! Noonday, shadows and the lover's touch, Ballrooms, parties and dancing much! Capricious rains that lash bent trees, And scatters the lush, wild refugees. Seasons defined by our nearest star, Yet, season to season isn't very far. Deep and mellow, the warm wave of time- Barely savored youth, before the prime. Inky nights with vivid destiny dance, And all come alive each dawn's radiance! Sweet as honey are borne precious moments, So full of meaning and so full of portent, Like sleeping beauty's very first kiss, And like enchantment's very first bliss!