Summer is Not For Me

this poem considers why summer is not necessarily happy

Sunny days
With filtered warmth
Vibrant life
Make me simply sad

Summer is not my season

The sound of insects
Song of birds
Intensify under the warmth

The twittering
The buzzing
All the bustling life
Makes it hard to
    think
    breathe
    be

One such as myself
Does not even belong to spring

Budding life and sweetness
Too much promise
Too great a burden

No, not for me

I am better suited to
The decay of autumn
The solitude of winter

Where I will
Not be reminded
Not be be devoured
By the cruel-sweet summer
By the taunting-gentle spring
Which shines its light
On all that is not me