Only if the Circle Turns
Such a cruel summer! On cool heaths
Our shepherdess repines
Mapping her pastoral whims
on memories of lavender fields and wheat
Such a mean winter! On the hot beach
Our soothsayer reclines
Mopping up buckets of Pimms
With mint sprigs and ice, and small slices of peach
So awful a spring! On frozen feet
Our skater must glide
Mopingly, as the light dims
And haltingly, the glowering clouds retreat
And the autumn! Worst of all,
Our sweetheart, so refined
Waxing the hair on her limbs
And counting the days until the runes repeat
| Contributors: | E Greejius, Roland, Stacy Alexander, fester, dkb, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 28th October 2002. |