An Anamnesis Of Spring √

darling summer

Summer held me in her arms

I cling to her, I will not let her go.

I kiss her lips, I feel her warmth

Every fiber of her I try to hold.

September pulls me away

Angry with demands

Like him I am desolate.

I pull up summer's face in my mind,

I find her and I lose her everytime.

At least september lets me weep.