Another from by ‘back catalogue’ of experiments; so still in need of some revision. But I quite liked the ending.
With teeth white as milk,
and a complexion fair,
the spring sun does now
tint her golden hair;
while soon the blush of youth
ripens to a comely grace,
as all of Springtime’s pleasure
she shall willingly embrace,
In the gladness of her face.
Summer days slow pass away,
as she enjoys each precious hour
reposing in her lovers bower;
and as the days slowly extend,
in her beauty she finds content,
as all that is lovely and fair,
justly reflects what is there:
fields of new-ripened corn,
in the sunshine of her hair.
It was on an early Autumn day,
while she was looking away,
at russet leaves now falling;
her latest young man’s love,
took up his clothes and left,
leaving her at once bereft,
in her doorway softly crying,
as he drove away in his Porsche.
Now she combs her long white hair,
as winter comes in to remind her
of all that’s been left behind her;
with no regretting or forgetting
all of her many former lover’s;
and though it may be just as well,
she’s finally capped the well,
sweet lilies still grow around it.
D G Moody