Flee December

Flee December

December is not the end of time

And new year is not onset of spring

Why set the clock ahead of time

When it is sheer winter in and out

Shift the calendar later by two moons

we will catch the spring tide on time

To enjoy the defrosting of earth

The budding of grass and trees

Those who celebrate new year on  April

Were called names as April fools

But who is not? Since there is never a thing

Called time, only a naught that rolls on and on

Seasons? It’s the tilt of earth’s axis from Sun

No way to right it, but to flee the severe peret

I migrate to the tropics for a perennial summer