Summer is a Catch-All
Spring would not be denied
Summer is a catch-all, through slit we writhe and slide,
Fresh gossamer is gloss for her, who cares less how we tried
To brandish velvet colours true, flit glorious and glide
the risen air, bright prisms shared without a thought to hide
That which we've kept dark too long, too quick is scorched and dyed
In shelters frail and toxic pail till little's left unfried.
Summer is a catch-all, Spring would not be denied,
But Fall won't be a patch-all with you here by my side.
As Winter glowers unbeckoned we'll bear our wounds with pride,
We will not waste a second more on tears as yet uncried.
Summer is a catch-all, Spring will not us divide,
True colours hatched we'll soar new matched on wings stretched strong and wide.