Summertime

In June,
The sunshine so cheery and bright,
My heart wishes to go out to play,
But my mind,
Stays back in the grey clouds and rain
Of May.
In July,
The scorching flames so filled with light,
My heart bursting of delight,
But my mind,
Reminisces, for the nights feel nothing like night,
So unlike that of January.
In August,
The flames still steady and strong,
My heart feeling sad,
For the break is soon to be gone,
But the mind leaps with joy,
A mercurial thing it is,
No matter the month.
In September,
A bittersweet time,
My heart sinks without singsong rhyme,
But my mind bellows,
For it’s usage has finally grown.