The skies weep as spring comes
Beating on the window drums
The summer flowers bloom
Pink, yellow, blue
The warm scent of perfume
With the shadow that looms
And ripening of the plums
Watching as he succumbs
Summers are the longest days
Wading into deathly craze
Nothing left to do
But wait ‘til fall rolls through
It would be a lovely view
If she were there with you
But time passes, in honeyed daze
Ignoring how he prays
The tears dry up with fall
And there’s nothing left to bawl
Browning leaves
Wilting trees
Goodbye summer’s breeze
Welcome winter’s freeze
On his face, a smile so small
But his heart waits in thrall
Together in this room
So much left to assume
But now we have timeful sums
And of this place, we’re the only ones
Grade: 11
Kalorama
Washington, DC
Dylan Thomas or Zelda Fitzgerald
Contentment
My grandmother