Summer

a blob of butter in a saucer

a cube of ice in a glass

a bunch of flowers

and a small heart

rays of sun through the shadows

air, with dust and pollen

small beats from the childrens' feet

all together and he kept vigil

butter was softer, ice was not there

flowers withered with petals hanging

reds were forgone and ash was in

the icy heart alone defied the summer