A summer in my mind

Like summer was ending for me. I stopped harking for the morn's birds As they all were murdered by winter's arrows, And all the leaves and all the dreams Under one cloud. December -a long night- Beside the snow there are fire and Uncertain gleam, A God and Monsters, Red eyes and closed hands. -This is the moment when you take a backward look- But I felt the sun all the ice from the mouth Of the lake unbridling, And all the snow killing, All the sorrow, all the accentors' blood The green gazing at the azure, And a rose in my garden Started to breathe.