Summer is a Visitor

Hot
But it could be hotter
Beautiful
But I'm here on my own
Alone.
Green
A short-lived chance for life
Dusty
Trundling along this winding lake road

Unflinchingly bright
Unapologetically vibrant
It denies me any form of melancholy-
The attitude I spent all winter cloaked in,
Perfecting.
The grill becomes my summertime fireplace

Maine is coldness
Visited by warmth for a short time each year
In other places, life and death
Are given a fair fight
A 50/50 split of time

But not here.