The Velveteen Hills

Dear you

bastard summer months

With the sunlight shining through

your unbounded cloudy avenue

Where water flows against the sky

unsavory currents (like unsavory pie)

The mountains sleep restlessly 

But never do they sleep less than me

April, June and late July

things, they surely do go awry 

I wouldn't know of any grisly tales 

for the velvet cloth, like a forested jail

Keeps hills powdered, keeping them sleek

shining like pearls, lasting a week

The velveteen hills shiver away,

All of the sunlight begging to stay

So until the winds kills

all the bitter at once

Keep back dear bastard,

dear summer months