SUMMER ENDS

Dark cloud-scarf

(Jewel-warmed night)

Is folded now,

Inch-small

Palm-lost,

Time’s hand

Fleeter than cutlass

And the heart’s beat

Has cruelly cut

Our firefly summer.

Glittering Scorpio

With great Antares’ copper amulet

Swinging on the throat of night

Alas,

Gone into blue Autumn smoke.