Weep Not For Summer, Love

Weep not for that which is no more

Nor for what cannot be

Darling, the leaf that summer wore

Was born to leave the tree

Weep not for flower-garden spent

Or hours blush and blue

Darling, the way that summer went

We all are going too

Weep not for dreams in lands bereft

Or moment-deft demise

Darling, dance on what yet is left

…a ballroom beneath skies

Weep not, my love, for scattered gold

Or green weaned of its sheen

Darling, the way to growing old

Is built on what has been

© Janet Martin