The ride is over.
The carnival is gone.
Packed away, it waits -
withholding all the many joys.

Summer came,
but no one called its name.
Summer went,
the gift was left unopened.

The children knew.
Delight is blue
with rosy hues
at center.

Pale light.
The moon's delight.
And loving
must reenter...

? Michaelette ?

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