Precious days again

And this morning I have made resolve
As precious days are these
Too few to squander, waste away
A circumstance to seize
Soon the days will close right in
As Winter’s hand takes hold
These days of warmth are precious now
Soon shadow, gloom and cold
I always was a Summer’s child
Born and bred as one
So I’ll see these last few golden days
Until the season’s done
And even then I shall not fret
For memories will be clear
And days of counting soon will pass
Before the Springtime cheer

©Jemverse