A sonnet inspired by Wicked Eve

A spinning blur before my eyes grows keen
While clocks advance beyond the pale of day.
Damp warmth flees chill as short gives way to jean,
Clairvoyance runs ahead to "come what may."

The age of rocks brings doubt of seasons' birth.
A rule of time's too broad to picture well
'Less sampled too small is want to find the girth
of summers passed while clouds flee 'cross the dell.

The heady sense of moments lost in life
Will tempered be if now is your abode.
Breathe deep the scent of every second's strife
And let the zen of rocks become your mode.

A summer's day revolves around in mind
E'en while the frost of fall begins to grind.

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