It’s the middle of June
And I am already dreading winter
I am missing the sun hot on my skin
The cool water engulfing my body
The bright orange weaved into the sunsets
Dinners on a crowded patio
And the bright green trees hanging over the road
Summer always made me feel more alive
Gave me hope that everything would be just fine
I wonder what I’m still doing
Living in this landlocked state
That sees every season
Why can’t I leave?
Run to where summer is forever
I’ll dream of that while the snow covers the roads
And the trees die
And the sky is grey
I’ll write about summer
Like she’s a long lost lover
And count down the days
Until she shows up again
To hold me close
Until then I’ll try to enjoy
What little I feel I have left
Of her this year