In the midst of hot and humid
Summer called it and swerved
leaving forth cold gelid stake
rain poured hail spring blossomed flake
winter ruled every night every morn
head over heels, will summer ever return?
shades crack, hat gifted to snowman
rays no longer scathe, looks straight to the sun
skin grows thicker, hopes yield corns
for all these months summer never returns
boots, gloves, wrapped in fur, strides stern
frozen heart freezes still
scorching stares, sweaty foreheads turn
Insanities! do they not reckon?
months passed twelve, life adjourned
Summer never returned.
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