A Late Frost

A late frost has come to moderate the shorter nights

It carries out a verdict the impatient are to be burned
Heretics to the summer; the cold judges them guilty
Lush green leaves are now edged in brown borders
The touch of a retrograde yet swift, merciless enemy
But see the ancient faithful spared and prosper now
In humility and virtue they open their budding arms and...
The greening dales and sunlit woods are awashed yellow