I sit reading for the first time
In months inside because
The lease nears its end rhyme;

The poetry of summer is as short
As a poignant sonnet, whose limit
May evince a lawyer’s terse tort:

“The dipladenia and the primrose
Must not be allowed to fade and die;
My brief against this demise will depose

The perennial rose to be a witness
Against the palette of leaves that fall,
Although the frost undoes its fitness.”

The lease then has a termination
Determining the sure decline of fair
Summer’s hint of paradise’s determination

That beyond four season’s rhythm lies
A summer that will neither fade nor end
In which neither flower nor person dies.

Ordained Servant Online, October, 2025