Summer

What do summer count If not followed by winters harsh? We are living to Extremes And in the extremes shaken To sub-conscious will Desire this planet to leave Before it fades Before it fades The sun is stormy as the Stormiest waters The changes-transformations Play Their bands in the long sun More than the waters. Why does the lark volunteer To be amongst the first To sing? Ask it! And the nightingale at night Open her melodious concerts? Ask her! The figures dark and bent Pass by the snowy Glacier in Patagonia. As penguins bent yet large And not the joie de vivre Of penguins But faceless bleak and smiles That wry Across the frozen waters Ply and go: The way was barred but Is now open… The way was barred but Is now open… The way hears methinks The song of an erect Poet-Seer and the freezing Fell And melted in the snows Already melting