A summer in my mind

[Omar Khalifah]

Like summer was ending for me.
I stopped harking for the morn's birds
As they all were murdered by winter's arrows,
And all the leaves and all the dreams
Under one cloud.
December -a long night-
Beside the snow there are fire and
Uncertain gleam,
A God and Monsters,
Red eyes and closed hands.
-This is the moment when you take a backward look-



But I felt the sun all the ice from the mouth
Of the lake unbridling
And all the snow killing,
All the sorrow, all the accentors' blood.
The green gazing at the azure,
And a rose in my garden
Started to breathe.