It's the aching sting
At the back of my neck
Near the base of my mind
The opposite
Of all those days
Spent warm
And strong
In the summer sun
Alive, in step
I sat cold with my coat
Awash in January mist
And sore as this
May be far away
Though it's hard to look past
This thrive-less time
Back to Summers warmth
Sublime
Return to me, please
Most kind
Return to me