tinged and tattered

across the lake the fall begins
but it is only spring
this seems to be a tesseract
or time warp sort of thing

and though we love a paradox,
we’re puzzled now enough
by all of this spring tension
which we all know has been tough

and so to summarize this way
the world is tinged and tattered
and why the fall is lost, no one
can even say

has mattered