Satyrs and Sprites

The satyrs drink
And think
On woodland sprites
And fleeting delights.

The sprites preen
And glean
What they may
For youth passeth away.

“Will you stay
Awhile?”
The satyrs say
With a nonchalant smile.

“I will remain
Until dawn does stain
The sky with gold.
Tomorrow will be a cold
Day”,
The sprites say.