Fountain

The fountain had its heights

The maverick of Springfield season

Each had its plenty

Mahogany branches

Full of spring season quilt

Moonlight by the shadows

It had it’s fall

Falling over bemused darkness

The noontide heaven of

Lost symphonies

Trees by the fringe side

Cover of darkness

A descriptive zeal

Heavenly shadows by the wrong fence

A dull moment of ragged feast

The fountain’s courtly vehicle

I survived the two penced crowd

Making the nightmares blue

Out of a dark sonnet

My fountain had it’s climax

So full of plenty

It died a blooming shore.