Summer's scoffing heat near done,
Winter's waxing wane not come
Water bright and air fair cool,
To sit in silence near Paul's pool.
Flock and feather gather near,
Stately cruising, known no fear,
Amphibian's cackle, the serpent's hiss
Drift sweetly on the wind's fresh kiss
Starry speckles repartee,
Songs of crickets do betray
True love's desire and fervent sprite,
Which shall not rest till morning's light.
Oh what beauty, pure heart's delight,
On this simple, ordinary, noisy,
Boring, lonely, pointless, exasperating,
Peaceful, elegant, most wonderful of nights!
As per request of our dearly beloved Editor-In-Chief, here's a little background on this poem's composition. It was actually my first Saturday night living on campus, way back in August of last year, and I had no idea what to do with myself.
One hear rumors on how there is always something going on or people to hang out with, but that simply wasn't my experience. Feeling rather lonely and dejected, I walked all around campus humming to myself some of my favorite tunes and slowly starting to savor the peaceful atmosphere and delightfully alive feeling that solitude brings. Winding up near Paul's Pond, I sat down and simply wrote down what I saw in poetry form.
