Will This Last

crimson spring cast it brought like a torrential rain of onslaught, erupting hot, it left one and all distraught; till a fall apart got it to a naught chilling me how this be fought, saw me soon drenched in deep thought. reason and resolve glisten to an upper slot pouring out was checked in its spot, turning me into a cool and collected lot, joys of spring and surprise this brought a warm mien that all and I sought; wit and will saw fall of Anger shot pray this shine will last.