A Poem For Summer

It snowed outside today
and I forgot what summer was.
It's hard to remember ice cream cones
while you listen to the heater buzz.

The sky looks sorta heavy,
close enough to touch the ground
and it's blanketing the memories
of life and lights and sound.

Snap shots of everything we did,
once upon a time in July past,
they've all become a reel of film
that plays behind the TV's glass.

Lemonade removed from tongue,
far away are the cicada nights
where everything was heavy and warm
and everywhere was light.

What happened to our symphony?
The one with bottle rocket hand grenades?
Up in smoke and up in snow,
forgetting all the plans we've made.

It snowed outside my window,
and now summer's gone far away.
Blue sky now forgotten,
swallowed by oppressive grey.