As the Weather Warms

As the weather warms itself to summer
lonely and tired hearts grow lonelier
the weary road that takes me to laughter
is a bit weary and not at all happier.

Like broken hearts and dreams
that I try to recover
they wither in the coolness of autumns
leaving scars that are forever.

I wish these ends as the season changes
to sweeter and more beautiful things
to come and to wash all distress
and heal broken dreams and hearts.