Long-Lost Friend

Warm air and cooling breeze

The fragrant smell of grass and trees,

Leaves and branches swaying in the wind

Weave a beautiful melody

Yet, it is lost as the season comes to an end.

School starts, as does fall

I yearn to be back in Summer's enthrall.

Cool winds move in fast,

But the distance to joy 

Starts to feel so very vast.

Bitter snowfall steadily comes down,

But with the air so cold, I can't help but frown.

My despair only has one remedy:

To once again see 

The vibrant colors of my favorite melody.