The Northern Skies Of Summer

And they flock
Obedient parched sundrenched
Branded red by memories
The burning emblem proudly worn
On breasts and hearts,
In eyes... 

That watch us as we flounder
On the southern skies of winter
Parched and burned and, 
Burned out 
For we are lost, once more
On the southern edge of winter
Waiting and waiting
For a gentler sky of spring