unexpected summer

nigh on a month ago the winter clung
ferociously to spring's heels sending
snow and frost from coast to coast
as if the flowers were doomed yet
now the sky throws up a mayday
as the sun suffocates the sand in
his embrace and the same voices
that feared for frozen rosebuds
cry alarm at drying tulip trees
revealing the giddy fickle human
cause that loves one day what it
fears the next and clings to what
it cannot have while bemoaning
what its arms find abundantly
filled while the world goes on as
merrily as it did a thousand years
hence and hearts fall broken with
no hope in sight though the small
answers lies within our grasp to
choose love instead of comfort
hope instead of base reality and
to envelope those reaching in sad
silence with the truth that this too
shall pass and all will be well