Indigenous to summer

I am indigenous to summer
Without it I migrate
Hibernating inwardly
Into a sleeping state

Without the sun I’m hollow
It is my succour and my strength
When not there I seek to find it
To almost any length

I’m wary of these cooling days
As the warmth begins to wane
But take comfort in the welcome thought
That it will return again



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