In summertime I waited for you
Longing idly under August heat waves
I carried my disappointment through
Autumn, and kicked the leaves
that piled like clutter on the ground.
Sometimes I’d get a word from you,
A drizzle of rain in my life of drought—
But the water didn’t last long,
And all I had were puddles of you
That dried all too quickly.
In wintertime my soul would freeze
and the pain would numb away,
I’d curse the wind and count the days
Until Spring Salvation came my way.