What If I Should Come To Trust More Of Love Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

What if I should come to trust more of love



The summer is loveliness foregone,

Leaving its glories in sunset glow,

And now its deep-felt warmth is almost done,

Which autumn's excess tints for show.



The beauty of the land still burns in light,

But the joys of lovely things grow cold,

As the wail of the wind sets sharp and bright

And longer, wintry days grow coarse and old.



What if I should come to trust more of love

Stretching metre to a joyful future song -

Finding never-ending summer dawn above,

That I might broach new summers and belong.



This is my heaven, making all things new,

That nature will enlighten and renew.