It’s not just for
summer,
the tall glass

perspiring, ice cubes
clinking 
against the spoon,

a half moon
of lemon
stradding the rim.

It’s for spring 
& fall
& winter too,

ice in the glass
like snow flurries 
in December,

the sound of pouring 
rhyming
with April showers,

& the tea leaves 
swirling
like foliage

in October,
maple, walnut, oak.  
Read them & weep.