The warmth of spring days.
A sign of summer.
And it became hot: smoldering
as I cooled by the air vents.
Fanning my temper...

I sent for you my lover.
Yet, my call went unheard.
Although, invisible tears you
dried upon her face.
When autumn approached,
I sensed that your fling was done.

A summer love; a passion
for which you yearned. But, those
hearts did not circle in my
direction. Until, the leaves rustled,
changed crisp, "oh how", I miss
summer droplets on my pillow.

You left me to cool my heat.
Even so, here you are...
The desire to warm me from
the wintry blues.
A song you sang since
she departed.

The chilly days, may you
seek what I sought.
The cold days, may they
freeze until it burns.
The lonely days, may they
remind you of me.
It was a cruel summer and
winter it will be.

By Jessica Hughes