My heart remains in summer
As the next 3 seasons linger
The autumn evenings
Bring me sorrow
For I know my rest hours
Now run on a schedule.
The winter mornings
Have me mourning
As all of my limbs
Turn purple and shake.
The spring noons
Bring me about
Everyday
With an umbrella,
And my arm is growing weak and this routine is growing old.
But with a flash of blooming daisies
And daffodils
Summer has sprouted
In my eyes