In the Brief Season of Plenty

Between the cold and the heat,
I can't help myself. I dream
Of a world with different rules
Melodious, mild, and kind,
In which happiness goes on
Indefinitely, without
Boredom or ingratitude.

I don't believe suffering
Necessary for sweetness
Except that's the way it is
In the only world I know.
Brevity grows infinite,
Joy and contentment deathless,
Elsewhere. I can't help myself.