Summer Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

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