Where is all the warmth which pervaded morns of earlier times

When we awoke to find summer weather edging out frosty lines

And we wondered what happened to those ever icy cold numbings 

Which were so bitter we were hesitant to even use plumbing ...



Now those anxious moments have here arrived in full force

But it has happened after we have welcomed June, of course

And now we are being asked to embrace an unwelcome coldness

Which prompts us to question whether it's weather or oldness



Which makes us pause in our evolution of the latest pursuits

For we are stumped by recent happenings which made us loose

And, in spite of giving ourselves over completely to it all

Now we are alone again, and the cold morning makes us crawl



And we wonder whether it is better to have loved and lost

Or - whether it would've been better had we not loved at all ...



- Tristram