Summer
Through the bite of day,
the hope of summer shines my way
though the cold wind ices my brain and body with a deadly chill,
there is light at the end of this tunnel
past brimstone, past arctic fire,
my will rises higher,
I see the light crawling closer,
the darkness fades away,
the light burns brighter,
I smell roses and flowers, fresh, crisp air
my end is near
the mist is cast away from my eyes,
my family standing there
summer is here
This poem is about:
Our world
