Вернуться к списку стихов

Our Summer’s Coming Soon

Little by little, the snow ramparts
Sag and start to melt away,
Spring drip-drop and jolly prattle
Add to a gamut of the day…
Lively gutter-birds are chirping
In a newly vernal pitch:
Their trills and cheery hopping
Signaling a sure switch
Amid cold and spring awakening,
Welcoming the sun and warmth,
Calling on the Earth to wake up —
Bathe its face with balmy storms…
Snowballing fights but vanish,
Sniffles and frozen hands are gone —
‘tis the time when gloves are banished,
Put away for all summer long.
… Should the summer prove too fierce,
We’d be quick to huff and puff:
“Gosh, it’s hot!..”
The sky would clear,
Bright with rainbow dyestuff…
There would be storms, floodwaters,
And peat moors spewing smoke
Curling over my quatrains,
There’d be dust-laden smog…
Our summer is swift passing —
Short-lived as a thunder clap,
Soon the morning dew of grasslands
Would become a chilly trap,
With my barefoot walks over —
Like ‘tis time for winter boots!
…Our summer... A fine cove
For hot-blooded love pursuits…
May my heart strings ring and quaver,
May they trill like blithesome birds —
Just like water from the laver,
Spills my love… my spring drip-drops…
In the fields the streamlets prattle,
Their love songs clear and soft…
Spring! Too tight is your snow mantle —
Hurry up and throw it off!