Parked

My heart sits in summer
upon the wintry memories,
remembering the sunshine kisses.
Reviving the beauty of resting
amid the blanket of frigid recollections
where love’s light
still ignites the frosted fears.

And it is thaws
by a furnace in the mind.
When the cold comes
of faded seconds
spreading its layer of flakes
over the peace.
carefully stirring those embers
preserving the feel of July
even if it was buried
under dark frozen thoughts.

But it only chills
like a single snow fall,
because that fire inside
keeps on burning
until June comes again.