Water lies on icesmooth as a lover’s promisebefore betrayal
Summer, slick with sweatin her hot orange beach chair, calls“You, pour me a drink.”
Wasted energyAfter wasting resourcesAnd precious time, drunk.
Winter hounds my spring,Pursues it down muddy tracks‘Neath an oyster sky.
JAZZ; live instrumentsconnect this journey’s ride withour souls; making sense
Summer hides her heat beneath a gown of emerald,but she will burn you.
The frozen lake moans,An ancient stomach grumblingFor a meal of sun.
inspired by Jackie Ann’s haiku