Summer

She creeps through the hall,
Feet dragging along the marble floor.
Pack of cigarettes in the back:

She grabs one.
Picking it out with her eyes,
And her blistered, beat up hands.

She becomes frost and suspends herself,
Hiding in the corners of windows,
Trying not to melt away.

All the leaves then pack up the hall.
Some dress themselves in
Bright oranges, reds, and yellows.

They are fallen, but they
Still let themselves fly in the breeze.
Too scared to fall and freeze.

But some are already wilted,
Suffocating under the snow.
Others begin to decompose.

They all crave for the sunlight of summer
But she fears it.
Because she will melt.