She came to me first in a dream,

her words smooth like honey,

sweet like cream,

gracing the earth with weather only sunny.

She was everything I need,

warmth always around her,

taking care of even the nastiest of weeds,

she was my summer.

But summer ended,

and with it she went,

the cold of autumn suspended,

leaving me to torment.

winter came and along it a revelation,

my summer was nothing but a fabrication.