What I was really waiting
for was another summer
Long on days without end
laughing days with friends
Shortly I thought summer would begin
shortly I thought my life would again
Have morning, simple morning
not insightful, or revealing
Just cool mornings and warm evenings
white cloud skies, stars at night
But it did not come, the summer again
I did not warm to the sun or friends
But cooled to the touch of an early fall
As the year without summers comes for all.
4.2.22