Today I thought
How far away
Long summer days were met.
And June’s sweet blush in contrast to
This morning could not get.
I know I could be maudlin
If I think too much on this,
Hide away midwinter blues
And stew in summer’s kiss.
But I won’t pine for darling buds,
Fruit that’s yet to ripen -
No, I shall think on pleasant sleep
And tales we’ve not yet written.