The crickets call loudly
Their cries are shrill
Piercing. Unforgiving
It must be summer again

It was last summer
That everything changed
Maybe just for me

The tree at my bus stop
Musky reds and browns
Catching falling leaves
I guess it's autumn.

This time last year
The new array of feelings
I think they call it heartbreak

The mornings are bitter
They bite and gnaw
My chapped hands remind me
That it's winter. Again.

Last winter and my sixteenth
Passed without much palaver
Without you too

So I'll wait for the magpies
The ones calling in the
Early mornings – reminding me
That it's spring

And I'll cling to the hope
That maybe, this spring
Will be better