Snow in the Summer

In her spring I met her

Loved her in her summer

Her leaves didn’t see falling

The swan sang, cold, mourning

I met her late in her spring

Forget-me-nots lakeside

Easy choice, to be her king

She’s Bonnie, me, her Clyde

Her summer, love we made

She comes, her heels, her thighs

Long dark hair, love we braid

No pretense, no disguise

Getting chilly, leaves fall

Trees are now turning bare

In the past now, the ball

It can’t be so — compare

The swan sang last morning

Myself by the wayside

I’m in my head, calling

I’m Jekyll, I don’t hide

I heard the birds of March

By June the heat took wing

September came, démarche

Cold now, but not by spring