Haiku

Refreshed lemonade,

In that summer it was made,

Everlasting taste.

The harsh fall drifts by

Empty pitcher makes me cry

The taste never fades

Winter comes along

Hot chocolate tastes all wrong

Pondering all day.

For when spring arrives

And into summer we dive,

One season away.

When the stand goes up

And there were no plastic cups

Brownies took its place.

Oh devastation!

The loss of a creation!

On the streets I prayed.

But in my plain sight,

Across the street, on the right

There, a pitcher lay.

My feet carried me,

To give an amount of fee,

Fifty cents I paid.

I gulped it all down

And shuddered in the warm town

Like I was afraid.

To lose such a taste,

Is much more than a waste, it's

Refreshed lemonade.