Mutable Time

Annon the dawn of spring, enters a solstice, the heat of which is felt in midwinter, only to perish with time. Hopeful amidst the symmetrical change of it all. Its baffling. The nature of the temporary man in a universe of transformation; and a despotic queen. Her being pure chaos and order. Her being pure. Her truth sacred and immutable. Her Rocky shores weather tested. Her vessel silver and gold and her furnace boiling hot. Her shady groves I like a lot.