My distillate of summer, that red mane
Learned color from a dawn-exploding sun;
And smooth stream-polished pebbles of green jade
That glow beneath quick waters, taught your eyes.
Warm earth instructed you: the summer soil,
Prepared and fruitful, lies inside your skin,
And lessons learned from deep-gold summer wind
Make my mind breathless when I see you walk.
Your smile may show foreknowledge of year’s end,
The sun’s cessation, and the wan leaves’ rain;
But your bright smile, like glint of hidden lakes,
Suspends the autumn in its changeless calm.
Come slight earth-goddess, guardian of old truth,
And make me privileged pupil of your lips.