By Kimberly A. Gibson
Date: 11 February 1999

King Of Summer

O King of Summer, hast thou forsaken me?
I remember a time when you were so near
My mind wanders through the autumn leaves lingering only to hear 
them crunch beneath our feet. 

O frosted nymph, hast thou forsaken me?
In your cozy chamber you did warm my heart
With prosaic charms and flavorful broth only to start
a fire that hath been dormant many moons.

O spring sprite, hast thou forsaken me?
Have you let our brisk walks through canopies of orange and yellow, 
flee your tempestuous mind and mellow, 
to a proper richness, fit for placing upon the shelf of life's experience.

Nay, I pray not

For I recall with great vivid mind
Our shared moments of rapturous kind
When in understanding, we, together stood
of humanly existence bad and good.

So now I ask thee again

O King of Summer, hast thou forsaken me?
These many balmy days have I spent 
absent your great counsel, that I grow weary of such plentitude, 
reveling that abundance alone keeps us separate 
whilst the climate remain more temperate.

With these last words I shall depart
Forget not you still hold my heart.