Poetry

Calling Summer (poem)

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.

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