Cursing
Summer
Does not make it leave
Nor does it make it shorter
Lamenting at the summer
Just makes it longer

I was in the summer, basking in its light
For a long
Long
Time.
Trapped in the humid, captive heat
Sweating out every last drop of
Myself

But had I even known myself before that
Was that first summer the first defining trait of
Lea?

When I thought I felt the winter creeping up
I could feel the cold in my bones and relished it
But then the summer came back in waves
Because a boy reminded me it was there
That I still had a while to go

So I pricked my finger and laid down with a flower on my chest
For another length of time
When I opened my eyes again
And could once more feel the cold
And told myself that it was coming
That it was coming
A girl reminded me
That when fall comes
There is always an Indian summer
And so I sat on a bench and waited sweetly
For winter to come spirit me away

Though winter dawdled and delayed
No one can delay the first frost.