Summer Settlement

The summer has left,

settled elsewhere.

Somewhere where probably my lover exists.

A pre-planned, pre-decided separation.

On the other end, winter's clutches on the

unwelcomed welcome seem closer kicking autumn

on its arse to leave just like autumn kicked summer's.

 

And now,

 winter blows its whistle letting his cool breeze out

wreathing around me, entrapping me, making me feel helpless.

But after this ordeal,

comes the best of them all.

Giving a new chance, to improve, to correct and to fulfill; the spring.

 

And after the spring my dear summer, you will be welcomed again.

Welcomed again by loose cotton clothes,

cold drinks and ice creams and smiling flowers brightening your path.

You will be welcomed again only to go back to the place you go every June.

And if by chance, but the slightest chance you meet my lover,

be back soon to let me know!