The Lost Harbinger
I remember sounds and faces of my past,
love’s vows, hot hugs and flamed kisses.
Romantic nights and parties, best songs,
best friends, nostalgic life’s expectations.
But my beloved expectations always were,
year by year, the singing of a bird.
A pheasant cuckoo strong hammering
two potent whistles, that, by no error,
all of us by then so listened:
summer comes, summer comes!
It was single a cuckoo that every year
worked with peculiar trill to announce
oncoming days of most desired season.
We never saw but always heard its song
which only appears and sings once a year.
Its chant has been lost and our summer
has not ever been the same, without
that hammering dear beat.
Edilson Afonso Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, in order to reach more people. Has been published in four printed British Anthologies, online or printed venues like Cyclamens and Swords, Right Hand Pointing, Boston Poetry Magazine, West Ward Quarterly, TWJ Magazine, The Lake, The Stare’s Net, The Provo Canyon, Amomancies, Snapdragon, The Gambler and some others. Short listed in four American Poetry Contests, lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and began writing after retirement as a Bank Manager. See more of his poetry in www.edilsonmeloferreira.wordpress.com.