Summer Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

Summer

Spring was long and cold this year,
Summer seemed late and full of rain,
Only when Midsummer turned the Wheel,
Shortest night into longest day,
Was the season itself, once more.

Homebound, waiting, sitting out storms,
mostly the hours dragged,
only friends far and near, and farther still
breached the distances between.

But through their eyes,
and with their ears,
and by their gifted words,
we waiting, homebound,
sitting through storms,
heard wonders, saw marvels,
and relived many dreams.

Not the thunder of storms,
but the thunder of drums,
Not the flashes of summer lightning,
but flashes of golden genius,
Not flooding, pounding rain,
but pounding, powerful iambs.

Never have we felt closer,
Never have we been nearer,
Never have we shared so fully,
Never have we so lived a dream,
of 'EnZed'
of Maidment,
of The Large Group,
and our own magically special
Hamlet.


(written in May,2003)