The frozen ground is all around me.
I want spring to come soon.
And show me who I am.
When flowering tongues festoon
Grow and cover me above.
Intern me even as I go, below.
I want to feel the wind's warmth.
When rain falls in the summer
And the tarmac shimmers.
This is how I'll know, and I'll also
Live forever with hope.
In a dream that goes on forever.
The heart beats as heavy as a skein.
Of geese looking for hemispheres
Beyond what we all call our sun.
And when this melting's begun
I'll pray the summer is a good one.
Longer than any other summer.
Longer than all the stars numbered
We counted together, next -one another.
And longer than an Indian summer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you must be pretty far north for the whole of summer to be an Indian summer, Mark.