INTO THE SET SUN.

Eventually winter
Shed its skin to
Begin to
Be spring,

And entered into
New ventures
Attempting
Ascent,

But it couldn’t emerge
From the search
Its words
Coerced,

And where March should be
It was not, clearly,
And its anniversary
Was near,

So it panicked a bit,
And bracken was lit,
And this I admit
Did the trick:

Summer was met,
But shone after sunset,
And came to regret
The effects;

So we hope that the fall
Will remember to crawl
And bring weather and all
It recalls.