Swept up again in summer’s shine Sweeping scattered clouds are fine No warmth from then remaining No sun appears to clear the grey Monochrome this chill Midsummer shill When I was gambling and a’gaming The chips were down The ante raised I lost with a full house Left while my cash was waning Wrapped in cold Cooked by a foil The truth came dousing down Squeal the tires and floor it Here in winter’s frozen gown Relieved of autumn’s yawn Blade to branch and score it Spring’s soon enough to play once more I bank my chips This shot, I’ll pour it ๐ฅ๐๐ธ