Summer's Rush (Seasons drop in)

Summer creeps in 
like the bandit she's been 

Sand caking every half=inch of her skin 
and a tanline bikini of blinding white 

She's straight to the fridge for a drink and a bite, 
and sprawled on the snow-white couch 
for a laze. 

Somewhere upstairs, a light goes on

but she isn't phased. 
Then steps drifting down 

like snow 

like ice, 
the light snaps here.

O shit Winter's home! 
Gotta go! 

be of cheer