Writing Summer

someone once asked me
why i write of summer
i was never aware i did

i guess
i write of summer to 
forget winters dance

the gloom
the dark
the falling apart

it’s so easy to write 
a falling apart
poem

but every time i read
it back for my
lazy eyes

to imagine,
i fall apart a little
too 

and i never
liked that feeling
of crumbling

beneath the weighted
air of winter
so why not

write summer days
and weave them into a blanket
to fall asleep

curled up
in warmth
underneath the golden sky