Apart From Worldly Things

Heart's Desire

While Summer hovers on a wing

to warm the brief caress of Spring,

a kiss of sun on upturned face

portends the blaze of her embrace.

Impassioned hour, a lover's spell,

the Summer spins her magic well.

She blinds us with strewn-diamond skies

and evenings hung with fireflies;

the tepid breath of Spring's retreat

replaced by boldness, pride, conceit,

as summer glows each brazen day

and springtime's shyness fades away.

The Summer season clings like dew

to blades of grass, seducing you

and me to rest in twilight, spent

with tumbling love in clover's scent.

And twinkling nights, strung out like jewels,

turn timid lovers into fools

as Summer tempts, with ardor's fire,

the simmering Spring of heart's desire.