It Will Come

I know this time kills like winter, but
Can't you feel this summer breeze?
It's beckoning is the refreshing of your skin, to seize
The flutters of hearts, the dawning of suns in smiles
Even if a future isn't felt, all the while.

Can't you feel this summer breeze?
The spreading of wings, the scrapes on your knees?
Gardens thriving in the pavement, or the coming of age?
The ocean in its calm or the storm in its rage?
Even when it snows, your book lies open in wait;

Let the breeze, this summer breeze, turn the page.