The Summer's Hour

The time for summer's coming brings a bitter sweet change to what the winter gave to me. In the days to come, when we are not together, kept apart by the hours of summer, I will learn to live.

Never before has a season come so quickly-hurried by those who do not feel the heat of summer's pain. But I feel, and I burn, drained by what I know is left to time.

Oh, summer, why do you creep by so slowly, detirmed to make this the saddest hour? But I will not let you. For I feel my hearts fever, and it burns not from your heat-but from the man that I adore.

Our strength is one that will endure your suffering, for strength builds my strength, and I have promised to conquer this hour of lonliness. I look to the world, and I see hope, and courage-for time is how we spend it. And I will think of my love, and give him strength throughout the summers stay, and forever more.

For this is our hour, our time, long and blessed, to God we pray, to love and be loved in every hour, forever more.

brittany