The new brazen buds
That form on the trees
Bring promises of
A warm summer's breeze.
I sit on the grass,
Blowing gently around,
And silently cry-
Not making a sound.
I cry for the winter,
So lonely, so cold.
My summer heart
The gray couldn't hold.
Nor could it beat,
So lost in the chill.
Without your warmth
It remains still.
Without your touch
Or eyes so green
There is no light
Here to be seen.
I left you in summer,
And there you will be
Until the buds
Bloom on each tree.
For now I'll wait,
Weeping on the ground,
Til summer comes,
Not making a sound.
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Summer Heart
PoetryThe pieces of my summer heart Scattered on the street, And melted in the yellow rays Of the summer's heat.
