Accidental Poet

Transition

The Northern Hemisphere

Tilting towards Spring

The Southern Hemisphere to Fall

Aah, but I long to hear the birds sing

As I leave behind the windchill

And the long cold dead of Winter

I shiver for fires end

Firewood of blackened cinder

Winter snowfall melting

From mountain top peaks

Waterfalls and streams below

A trickling music speaks

Let the thermometer rise

The hardened ground thaw

For the green grass to grow

The music of rain not so raw

Let the morning Sun

Warm the day with ease

And as the Sun sets

The Full Moon will tease

Let fields grow with colorful flowers

Skies echo of birdsong

The sound of children playing

All the sunny day long

The exchange of seasons

Happens four times a year

But from Winter to Spring

You’ll see this poet grin from ear to ear

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