In my Summer, growing --

In my Summer, growing
Life from Seed, to
Flower, to Dusk:
In Spring.

The land it sees, a
Cycle in the Breeze. A
Crescent Moon, digging
To the forefront of
The Sky.

A fickle Spring,
Where my flowers
Cold, and moribund:
Wither in the wind.

The Knight of Cups, on
His stead, to
The Land, and
The Corpses, of
Our once aglow faces.

The courtiers at Dusk
Bring to the King, the
May Queen and her crown;
Gilted, glowing: in the Sun.