A Song For Summer

1

First of June,

first of Summer,

a cold, rainy day,

wind bending the trees.

Wind that goes to the bones,

wind that breaks the branches.

All the warmth

of the late May gone,

the Summer is here,

June is here,

all cold and wet,

overcast.

2

From the surface

of a muddy pool

my reflection,

dark, looks

back at me

without a smile.

In him I see

the autumn.

01.06.2015