A Change In The Season Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

Now the season’s changed
Like another phase of the moon.
But why, I ask, am I deranged,
And feel so marooned?

Spring is gone, but is Summer here?
If she is, will she show herself.
Or leave me as nimble and confused as a deer
With my heart and hopes on a shelf.
(of this I truly fear)

But Summer will show her beautiful face,
Painting me the brightest of smiles.
Yet slow in the running is Summer’s pace
On these coarse and rocky miles!