Summer's Mist

The rain of summer falls, a gentle mist

releasing scents of grass and clover sweet.

These days are full of joys so heav'nly blissed

they tempt young lovers who in secret meet.

I long for days when I was young and fair

my tanned skin tasting sun's deliberate kiss.

Young suitors stroked my body, face and hair

these joys I still remember 'ere I miss.

The autumn of my age I now embrace

and wisdom reigns that I dare not replace.

A rose blooms near my home a sweet delight

with fragrance most delicious fine and pure

It brings to me a memory with its sight

of summer’s tempting fancy and allure,

of languishing on lawns and forest floor

of love’s sweet kiss and secrets not denied

of swearing true allegiance evermore

that parts long kept most hidden now be spied.

My passion's function never to forget

young love is honey’s nectar sans regret