Summertime is a sad season for me
not because the sun\'s shadows shine on our shady little spot
nor because the heat hollows the hungry earth\'s crust,
wrinkling the bitter pill that shelters our hideaway homes,
bisecting the landscape with smile lines that dice our
neighborhoods into neat, unfair portions.
I hate the Summer.
I hate the Spring.
i hate everyone and everything.
But I don\'t hate Winter.
And I don\'t hate you.
I love the way you talk and walk,
and all the things you do.
But Autumn raises her leafy crown
and banishes her siblings to another verse
because where we live together,
the seasons are reversed
and Winter kills Spring,
because She, too, knows the cost
of so much night
and so little warmth.
And when I crash onto the decaying leaves in Autumn,
A hurricane season of reds and browns,
I think of margarine memories making me my own man
and the gazebo by your house,
where we remember what friendship is.