Looking for the Summer

Quatrain-style poem about waiting for summer's return.

I see the snowcaps, white and gleaming,
They seem to be winking at me.
I paw through the snow, but there’s no sign of spring,
Where could my warm weather be?



I see the branches, forlorn and crooked,
Beckoning bare little fingers.
I swipe at them frantically, weighted with dread,
But only the winter wind stirs.



I see the pond, frozen and splintered,
Cracks pointing like arrows to me.
I skate out upon it, but I’m not reassured,
For only more ice do I see.



I want the cold to go, to take with it the snow,
For the sun’s radiant rays I yearn.
But still I sit here, shrouded in woe,
Waiting for summer’s return.