You Are My Summer

You Are My Summer

We wake and it is sunny, you sweetly murmur in my ear,
It's March outside but it is spring in our broad bed in here.
My day is like a year mixed up, as it starts out with this spring,
And my summer cannot come until the cold that winter brings.

We rise and then you leave for work, and I am left alone.
The Easter sun hides back away, its early work is done.  
Rooms empty when you lock the door like trees losing their leaves,
And autumn falls so quickly, you would marvel at its speed.

As hours pour on the autumn dims and I begin to shiver—
The chilly air becomes a sign my day has turned to winter.
I put on sweatshirts you don't like--just to keep me warm,
And the sobbing snow is falling, lightly dusting my prone form.

And by the time the summer comes I have been cold too long.
You're back from work and hold me tight in sunlit arms so strong—
It's bright again and light again in rooms that were so bare—
But I linger in the winter, having spent all day in there.

And summer, though it finally came, is quick enough to go,
As we lie again in bed at night and you're breathing light and slow.
I stay awake and watch you sleep to hang on to the August days—
I wish to keep the sun with me, but it's the snow that stays.

If all my days are years to me how old will I become,
Waiting out the seasons as they go and as they come?
if all my days are mired in ice how cold will I become,
Waiting to be melted when you finally get home?

If you find me mummified in this great freezer house
Will all the warmth that summer brings ever thaw me out?
My years will change to days again, if you just stay with me—
And I'll forget my winter time when summer sets me free.