Warmth is now entering.

Soon color shall prevail.

Starkness shall give way to bounty, barrenness to fruitfulness.

We shall delight in the passion that is summer.

We shall forget that winter will come assuredly, just as we eat, drink, make merry, never believing that all must end.

Complaints shall muddle about humidly, as we drip, burn, faint.

Drooping, we trudge on to fall, welcoming the cool grayness ahead.