Take me back to summer
Or forward,
I don’t mind.
Just release me from this bind
Of winter, gripping like ice
How nice it would be to feel warm
Again. Play outside again.
Sunlight and freedom and long days
Again.
Summer’s shining serenity calls
I want to answer
But for now, I must wait
With baited cold breaths
6 months away, half a year of this
Dark, grey, cold blanket bliss
It’s okay. It’ll do.
Until summer returns
And I do, too.
S. R. Crawford 