Came I To Summer Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Came I to the summer, to the summer with no potential teacher chide in loom
The summer when the woods are full of bluebells and the lush hedges full of bloom,
The long lazy days of summer without lectures from school
Free of teacher rave and rant: 'You damn fool'
Summer of the crow on the oak sturdy and wide a-building of her nest,
And angelic love is burning diamonds, glee and ecstasy in my breast;


The summer when I saw her sitting beneath the lush foliage of a tree and the wind blowing her abundant hair,
A perfect picture in haven contrived and made; no amends no repair;
For long summer hours I would look upon her face, I found calm in her beauty at rest,
And lay my aching weariness upon her lovely image of her breast.
The summer clock in clay hue is creeping on the open bloom of late May,
The merry bee was trampling the pinky threads all day,


And the chaffinch it was brooding on its grey mossy nest
In the whitethorn bush where I would long lean and watch my lover's breast
How would I approach her and would whisper in her ear
That I could get a wink of sleep when I think of her, my very dear;
That long hunger for her lovely look persisted relentlessly and never faded away
Oh let my heart burst to the open where the hedge rose sighs in the heat of the day.


Copy Rights 2010
All rights reserved