Ah O Ah

birds and bumble bees

tell me

why is the rain cold in the summer

its just as wet as winters first snow

cold and harsh when the wind does blow

dried to powder and flakes of crystal

snuffed out like a breakdown of light

warmth smothers my senses let the bite of frost hit me

sparkling little wings do fly for you my visitors

shaken trees fruit is rightly bruised

a tasty treat I cannot forgo

resting in the branches outstretched finger to toe

I am nestled in the cocoon as I grow

sweet kindling of senses I once had

rip through my thick walls release me

float to my dreams I am free