To Summer I Plead

Shed on that certain kind of warmth You give the waters that washed away our footsteps Illumine the dark leaves of our past Blown away by the indifferent breeze. Desiccate the grass that invited conversations But leave the roots unscorched. I prayed to Autumn to blow away my pains But Winter entertained me instead. I won’t let Spring visit me Until you burn down her cold heart, Summer.