Words for the Chisel (collection)/Take the Summer
Take the Summer
Take the Summer—when it's doneWhat's remembered but the Sun?Now with winter, when it's inInclination after SinWithers with the bitter eaves,Goes the way of gutter leaves.
Man's a creature of his Seasons.When he loves, a hundred reasonsWill not tell him why he does.When he doesn't, why he wasMad to do so, but for this:Summer kisses, he must kiss.