O Summer, my long lost love,
Has a year passed by already?
Seems only yesterday you kissed
Me goodbye and left me cold.
I was burnt by the abrupt way
You left me there, almost bitter.
Yet as the year drew on and
Winter made his home around me;
I waited and shivered inside.
Then, as Winter gave way to the smell
Of rain, coming up from under the earth,
My heart also began to race and pull
To the surface of my mind.
The beating of my heart near took
Control of my being, distracting me.
I could not think of much but you.
You pulled at my heart much like you pushed
It away last Fall. The sharpness of
Your farewell, no longer a deep wound but
A chasm to be filled with your sunlight
And breeze. And though my duties
Keep me shut in doors, I know. I know,
My fickle Love, that you are waiting
Just outside the door for me. Waiting -
To pick me up and hug me long and
Kiss my face with your light.
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