Pz-avatarby AM Fagan23 Apr 2019

As the daily round, of sweet gentle tones,
I feel the calm of summer, through the bones,

Of a light of tempers dawn, as time soothes,
The winter’s pace, and fearsome moods,

As we come to a halt, in weary climes,
Gentle speed, as the soft flesh declines,

Learn to sweep the wondrous, the feat,
Of a hundred years, of the gentle sweet.