My Boys

Summer lasted long Into october The night November came He held Snow’s hand And brought her along Everyone looked as they entered Glared as they past And settled themselves In seats Fall wasn’t ready to give up November caught my eye I kept looking at him across the room I realised Summer had made me forget I was lonely But he was a flirt And gone too soon Fall was nice And in many ways he’s still mine But November That cruel lad Who killed Fall and now holds Winter’s hands Who covered any evidence Of Fall’s pretty leaves Made me realise There is nothing left for me Except for Winter’s taunts of snow Falling on my head