She flings ‘cross the morning her bronze-dappled gaze
High-lighting dew fringes in a rich coral glaze
He surveys her ardor with a gleam in his eye
Shoving an army of clouds to the sky
Cobalt and silver and ten shades of gray
‘Take that, my fair lady, now what do you say?’
And she smiles nonchalantly, as with riveting hue
She out-lines in gold, those tumbled clouds of gray-blue
Autumn digs deeper, the duel is on
He, of all seasons, will not be out-done
As he brushes earth’s heaven and tousles the trees
Filling argent air with gold-leaf melodies
But summer spreads herself broadly across the blue vault
Drawing the ocean of billowed clouds to a halt
Then she turns the observant spectators gaze
To sunflower, zinnia and delphinium maze
Her sapphire canvas, a stunning backdrop
Enhances flower rainbows, as hurried feet stop
To marvel at the glory of summer-late bloom
Inhaling the sultry musk-laden perfume
As gardens relinquish in grand chivalry
Its remnants of summer in brilliant harmony
A collaboration of pink and orange, sorrow and hope
Of red, yellow, purple and green kaleidoscope
Her unabashed splendor is hard to ignore
He tugs at the sky’s edge; it begins to pour
Long fingers snuff her beguiling charm
He leans on her shoulder with bold, brawny arm
His moody demeanor and purposed intent
Dominates keenly a pivotal moment
Fair beauty, dark brawn, he touches her lips
She moves to respond… but the moment slips
Janet
'It's a funny day' comments the little guy I baby-sit,
as the sun slips behind gray curtains and it begins to rain.
'I think summer and autumn are having a tug-of-war again today', I replied...
