In the middle of the spring
Crickets chirp and cardinals sing
All the children laugh and dance
As May sneaks up on the land
And a very deadly heat wave
Has risen up from summer’s grave
And came to dwell within our throats
And now the blood no longer flows
To the pinnacle the heat emerged
Wild beast disappeared in herds
What aren’t now ashes in the sky
Is cracked and peeled and burnt and dry
Though autumn gave us quite a flood
It isn’t enough to soothe the blood
We hope December can relieve
The scorching heat that summer did bring
We hope the snow will wash away
The painful burn that summer gave
In the beginning when snow is due
Birth is dying in the womb
We look for something that will cure
The suffering we must endure
From the fluid in our lunges
And the sickness we’ve become
Or the quiet in cold days
That slowly takes our life away
But there’s no hope and all is lost
All our hearts will seethe in frost
While we stuff our faces in vain
Choking on our hunger pains
As we regret that we did know
The cold and harsh ways of the snow.