Our Endless Summer

Poemata 35

Our endless summer is over
Did we notice the cooler winds
Sudden as the cloud-cover
As sudden weather descends;
The sempiternal remanded
The uncalled given a name
Unreason as tho' commanded
Remains unreason the same;
So our endless summer is closing
A beach at hurricane-time
And we en-route supposing 
The weather would always be fine;
The adversity we had prevented
Preparing for difficult things
Might have turned and repented
From sight of spreading black wings;
Yes our ceaseless summer is ended
Shadow in summer is aid
What shadow was then depended
On when the shadow was made;
A thunder-head of immenseness
Of nothing but fury and size
Against the great we're defenseless
Who will not have truck with our lies;
So instead I kneel 'mid the grass
And pick the rambling red clover
Perhaps this bloom is the last
For our endless summer is over.