• warmth like roasting flames,
    tinges my skin,
    tingles my heart with a flowery breeze.
    the hot sweet green grass,
    scratches my back,
    a legion of yellow flowers,
    blaze up my hills.
    sparrows sing their voices,
    bees bumble through the air,
    rivers trickle over granite,
    blue skies crisp like crystals.
    leafy red trees sway and creak,
    old grandfathers laughing,
    standing out,
    in front of white cotton ball clouds. It is simply summer.

    then he comes,
    a biting black king,
    frost bitten with chilling breath,
    and summer is gone.