This Season Has a Sharpened Sweetness
This season has a sharpened sweetness. Air
Approaches lungs like maple syrup ice
Shards, crystals softened so they almost flare
Inside the nostrils though not quite concise
Enough to stab with twinge. The atmosphere instead
Is brisk, bright with calm exhilaration.
Uplifting weightiness is formed from red
And orange and brass, each in combination
With April’s blue of skies that made the green
Leaves lingering now. Warm colors like the chest
Of pheasant cock comprise the autumn sheen.
They ground October’s majesty at crest.
The mornings come with haze, the evenings mist,
Soft beauties brave despite December’s fist.