Seasoned

Temptations, in grace
Never careless or splintered
Hints of variable retrace
When the soul has been wintered

Tepid and fraught
Lay the leaves of our autumn
From the grips of the naught
To the cruel at the bottom

The sun lain on ivory
The rays in the glass
The blooms sip on lively
The jade mentors the grass

The husk of our visions
Inspiring our quill
The clouds in collisions
Let nothing be still