It can’t be “Summer”!
That — got through!
It’s early — yet — for “Spring”!
There’s that long town of White — to cross —
Before the Blackbirds sing!
It can’t be “Dying”!
It’s too Rouge —
The Dead shall go in White —
So Sunset shuts my question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!
I (or someone else) is too young to die.