John Snowdon

A Later Rise

A Later Rise

Summer settles as it does,

For summer is what winter was,

And with it comes the cold’s demise

Which casts the nightfall to a later rise.

With sun lit warmth spring joys abound

Yet lurking near are shadows found,

For everywhere it’s understood

That what Nature gives is mostly good.

Still its motives ranged in great extents

Neither working in favor of nor against.

And though rarely felt and seldom seen

(As its flaws are few and far between)

Are there and governed by unbalanced scripts

That are driven by a state of constant conflict

So Nature takes to give and gives to replace

To preserve this balance held delicately in place

By destroying as much as it creates

Which either magnifies or exacerbates…

But all along and all the while

As this standard bares a country mile

Summer replenishes with brilliant splendor

To break the hold of bleak December

And allow the light to lap the skin

Even if the sun still shines with a crooked grin

For with certainty that shall arrive

You can rest assured that not all survive

The trials and tribulations by which life is bound,

As with summer currents, many drown

From the hidden depths or what lurks below

Like the warm embrace of an undertow.

For while summer storms lack blizzards’ blame

They inflict worse scars with hurricanes.

Or when Aeste throws make tempers flare

As warmer weather wields reckless care

For man is prone to be vastly vain

To think himself a master of his own domain

Or that he corrals his passions from running wild

That in winter months are far more mild

As when the days are shorter with far less light

Brings forth the cold and thus in spite

Necessitates covers over figures’ forms

That in summer months are not adorned.

Which in theory quells the heart’s desires

In application merely smolders flames into wild fires.

As the summer months relinquish brandished forms

Which fluster thoughts when the will is torn

Between the furnished laws vs. Nature’s own;

Some are written in ink while others etched in stone,

That must be met or at least kept at bay

And cannot be bartered or reasoned away.

Still, summer settles as it does

And a welcomed change from what winter was.