The first summer after the first winter, Tom Mukasa


The First summer after the first winter

I was there when it happened,
On that day the sun was up,
Everything was standing out,
Most of all, the faces beamed.

I was there when it happened,
My sense of time was clearer,
I seemed to count every second,
The flowers marked time as they bloomed.

I was there when it happened,
The days were warmer and brighter,
The nights showed off glimmering stars,
squirrels nibbling indiscriminately.

I was there when it happened,
The frozen water held permanently in place,
Then the sun’s flames heated up everything,
And the water resumed its fleeting flow.

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