Let It Bloom

Catalyst, in the sunshine,
don't withdraw your charm;
empower the blooming now delayed,
like the dried growth on the farm.

With the looming of the frost,
delayed promise that exists,
reluctant opening near lost,
with sun's urgency be kissed.

Last posy left of summertime,
"far from it", hanging on,
let the impulse of the season,
burst forth bloom to grace the lawn.

Sunshine, with your coaxing mien,
prolong summer's tendencies,
let the much-doubted bloom be seen,
before the autumn's freeze.