I would not want to live in a place
Where seasons do not habitate
To spread the wondrous magic
of
Their ever-changing fickle
face.
In jest one may make comment
When the climate is in
perfect pitch,
“Oh, if only it could be like
this
The whole year round, it
would be bliss.”
But foolish words are often
uttered
And selfish thoughts prevail
until
The parts and sum are
reconciled
And truth is finally
revealed.
The bitter bite of winter’s
teeth
Not so hard to endure when
The knowledge of rekindled
birth
Lies waiting in the
springtime rain.
A burst of blossoms greening
earth
Reviving all the hope of
youth,
Mellowing into the truth that
Ages into summer wine.
And summer passes into autumn
As her leaves begin to fall
In triple-glorious profusion,
Nature’s pallet filled with
awe.
Let me live in hemispheres
where
Angels tilt the fragile
scale,
Where light is dark and dark
is light
And seasons can prevail.
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