O, SWEET SUMMER

O, my sweet summer    falling with the color
that brings changing seasons

of thunder-calling the letters

by nature  written     there upon
the land of parks!     I read your poem

of love
upon my walk,

neatly written
upon dry parchment-leaf
my sweetest summer,

I loved you
and now my mistress — autumn comes!
you, with fire entwined within
your hair — she, that masterpiece
of brilliant changing color!

:: 10-05-2014 ::