Crisp (Part I)

Crisp as the air
in summer's glee,
as the arm of the shirt,
as the shirt's sleeve.
Crisp as the bill
of the young man's hat,
as the bite of the flakes
in the young man's vat.
Crisp as the bill,
the other one found
in a wallet full
of giant green mounds.
Crisp as the wine
consumed with such vigor
to cap off a day
for the newly christened winner.