Awhir Poems | Examples

Summer Music

Only a memory of summer remains.
Only an open window tells of fair weather.
          (a gamble, after all, that winter’s hope   in solitude

Gods of summer sit in state,
Slow to soothe…
How the tissue flutter
          was not
          now is...
How the red intrudes upon a frozen eye…
Only a leaf- dead birch as reminder
Stark against the new, blue sky.


Presently...a busy air,
          so faint one must force an ear…
Wings awhir,
          skinny legs skittering    foliage alive
          for the first time...
          the very first time.
Suddenly...the noise of spring!
What thinks a toad of all this...
          soft?...
A fish...
          wet?
Does a robin thrill in breast
          with a flourish?
Or...is a fear alive out there
          that in one second’s hesitation...
          forfeit?
Is this the noise of spring?


Dave Austin