Summertime

The sun shines again 

Announcing summer’s presence

But this time, it doesn’t feel the same 

Wasn’t last summer when it all began 

When the warmth of the sun began to wane

Is this summer trying to mock me 

Trying to resurface my glassy pain

In tears disguised as rain

Is this summer just to tease my tastebuds 

To contrast the horrid frigid cold 

Is this summer to remind me 

Of all those summers ago

When I didn’t discriminate against the seasons 

Loved both the dandelions and the snow 

Now I’ve changed my colours

Become a part of time

Swept away like the leaves in autumn 

Wilting in the buds of rhyme 

I guess my favourite season

Is the one in which I survive.