Summer is so terribly hot
girls often dress in spots.
In the Fall, the weather turns cool
and girls bring out their tactile wool
only to be bullied by Winter’s sullen power,
ceaselessly, endlessly hour by darkening hour.
Spring warms and sweetens the air
with bouquets of girls so wondrously fair
just and only man is brought to his knees
singing and joining a rising river of praise
as his love, through God’s Feminine Face,
transcends the commonplace.