Goddess of summer

There lived a goddess of summer,

Beloved of gentlemen fall,

She smelled of honeysuckle,

And was roundly liked by all,

But her eyes and lips were held,

By winters chill embrace,

And so fall was compelled,

To but marvel at her face,

He waited all the days,

And could not help but gaze,

Enraptured by her art,

He loved her for her beauty,

He loved her for her heart,

He loved her for her duty,

That he could not ask to part,

As leaves began to drift,

Turning red and gold,

He left for her a gift,

To ward against the cold,

A scarf that smelled of campfires,

Pumpkins and of spice,

He wished only to convay desires,

And hoped she found it nice,

For many days he’d worked,

To make perfect every stich,

Now his ears they perked,

And his breath began to hitch,

Before him stood the goddess,