the summer that burned me

hibernating. to protect from outside
weather. a fast season of summer came
with sandy gold locks and violet blue eyes.
convincing me temperatures stay the same.
winter petals clenched. drooping to the floor.
heat of his daylight, spring’s invitation.
i filled with brisk air from autumn’s front door,
prayer release. october invocation.
a hot atmosphere stayed, at least it seemed –
until months change, again. saying goodbye:
summer still cries. let me stay. upstream dream.
then everything switches. blink of an eye.
when i return to perpetual warm,
that summer will be a distant dust storm.

(and it sounds like son lux)