Seasons.

Spring has left me,
Winter in its wake
-the seasons out of order
and I, here to wait.
through busy days
and long long nights,
always waiting.
I miss it so
my dear summer nights
cool at dawn
heat flowing through the afternoon
It left, and in its wake,
-Fall.
the leaves change,
the weather turns cold
it puts a wall
between me and my
warmth.