“when Summer Comes” Poem by Frank Letras

When the moon beyond ashen clouds shows
And morning comes a calling
When the warmth of a fiery sun grows
While the night’s dew’s still a falling
When this year’s spring lambs are adolescent
And nightingales arrive at this latitude
When even belligerent youths are acquiescent
And show little of their burlish attitude
When a rose turns from a bud into a flower
And trousers shrink quickly into shorts
When Jack Frost is once again locked in his tower
With the ice maidens and the rest of his cohorts
When shivering no longer seems at all attractive
And the exhausting winter business is terminated
When each smile seems a little more pro-active
Than the chilly grimace from which it was created
When the children can no longer concentrate
And the holidays are all they think about
And even the strictest teachers appreciate
That there’s little point in letting their patience run out
When the world suddenly moves a little slower
And the cold wind is stilled by God’s own hand
When the rising sun seems to rise a tad lower
And Summer comes at last to warm the land.