Snow in the summer

I dreamt of summers arrival,
shortly after the blossoms of spring,
but never did I imagine it this way,
why has winter become king?

Why was there snow?
sitting cozily outside
my window mocking my,
logical mind now fried

In need of a logical,
answer I turn for,
a calendar but its,
its only a sad blur

Do I still dream?
Or perhaps I suffer from untrue wishes,
maybe I had slept far to long?
If that was the case I should check the witch's

they would do something like that,
wouldn't they?
Switching around our seasons
they shall pay.

I step outside to find it will not be so easy
to take down the king
for the world is falling
into period of ageing.

The End

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