I was born with winter
in my blood.
I can feel the cold spread
with every heartbeat,
with every roll of the eyes.
I don't know why
I was born
in June.
I don't know why
I should celebrate my birth
in the heat of summer
when my heart belongs
to those winter chills.
I don't know why I must sweat
that summer sun
for only seconds
of snow.
I was meant
for other things
and different times.
I was meant
for hot chocolate
and snowball fights.
I have months left to go
until I will be home again
in winters storm.