Healing the Seasons

Feeling summer in my veins,
like the Tiber flowing without care, the morning haze,
joyful streets of green climbing through, like the sweat through my pulled-up hair;
nature decorating windows full of history and I open each
layer of my own skin, to travel through streets full of chirps
like the gurgle in my throat, thirsty for more,
and suddenly fountains
mending every winter's wound.