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Obligatory Ode To Seasonal Change As Poet Subject To Weather, 2009

Nature Is Polar.

The death of the world! into darkness we're tossed!
as winters dread hand clenches land into frost.
in the cold the trees shiver, and weep as they grieve.
of their great flaming mantle they shall soon be relieved.
the people are frightened, they cloister away,
for the sunlight grows dimmer with each passing day.
their faces grow paler with each passing day...
for starvation's grim chalice sits aside every plate

Frozen and comatose, the land lies asleep,
beneath a blanket of ice - the snows gentle creep.
lulled into slumber by the colds piercing gaze,
no warmth and no comfort from the suns feeble rays.
no mercy, from the cryptic chill in your bones -
either sorrow or death shall first turn ye to stone -
if not the flesh, then the tears, on your face, turn to stone...
and so too your soul at the winds ghoulish tone.

Now once, now again, we look up from our fright,
and smile, although, we still shiver at night.
for we feel that winter is less cruel then it seemed,
as we laugh on the yuletide, our faces doth beam.
huddle together against the winds hellish blast,
the winter is dreadful, but surely shall pass.
the cold - the snow - the frost can not last
and our hope is rekindled by a rare blade of grass.

Our spirits uplift, flowers rise from the ground,
and we joyously hearken to melodious sound
of happy birds warbling, flitting through air,
and delight in the life that is new born and fair
what could song add to the tulips rebirth
could poetry ornament the song now in earth?
the sound of hope shouted, rings loud cross the earth,
as nature rekindles the seasonal hearth.

Behold now the earth! clothed bright and verdent!
no memory left of the winters stiff burden.
the sun is not frightened, he dances and plays.
now shimmers with joy, blesses us with his rays.
warm breezes caress with sighs happy woods,
and the trees rustling murmur is soothing and good.
the future is bright, yes, it promises good.
for roses now grow where the snowbanks once stood!

Oh how we revel in the heat of the day,
amongst the vinyards, bachannial, we frolic and play.
sharing life with our lover, happy careless and free,
and then drowsy from warmth rest in the shade of a tree.
so filled with mirth, much too much to laugh
we glow and we love in the bounty we have.
whispered to loved one, all we wanted, we have.
and calmly watch blossoms down the stream gently raft.

Dancing and cider beneath the orange harvest moon
are a bittersweet pleasure for the summer ends soon.
those careless days that we spent with our friends -
they fade into memory and come to an end.
bright little thoughts, cherished, remembered.
for the rest of our lives they will glow like an ember.
for now the suns fire burns to a smouldering ember...
and at every dusk, haunts the march to december.

Jack-o-lanterns, burning bright in the chilly autumn air
send shivers down many a spine with spooky flickering stare
the ringing of the reapers bell, halloween - the thinnest night.
a ghostly omen, grim and forboding the winters blight.
tracing a grave spiral, the leaden, mortal chains.
spin round and round as deep blue sky fades to an iron grey.
saturns weight, upon our shoulders, remind us of decay.
revolving back again, always impelled forward to fate.