Well, to love
in that time of year
when spring fancy turns to summer heat
and to love well and sweet
that which is young and sleek,
simmering with fire-passion, consume
the green with new-sprung bloom.
Yet, autumn’s color also bursts
in fiery hues,
and glows diffused
in russet-gold glimmer, behold–
till twilight turns it dark and midnight tolled.
Still, there’s no wrong in loving strong
and right in loving well and loving long.