Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Half the World

The snow is waiting in the clouds;
The day is raw and bleak
While in Australia, there are crowds
In sunshine, all this week.

I bundle up when I go out,
The coming storm a threat,
Yet tennis players run about
In Melbourne, dripping sweat.

It’s strange the way the earth revolves
And how the seasons flip.
In half the world, the ice dissolves;
The rest’s in winter’s grip.

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Robert Johnson February 3, 2022 at 4:38 PM You're in prime form with this one ilene.

Caren Krutsinger January 30, 2022 at 12:20 AM This by itself "It’s strange the way the earth revolves And how the seasons flip. In half the world, the ice dissolves; The rest’s in winter’s grip." made a great little poem!

Rico Leffanta January 29, 2022 at 10:10 AM "There is a season . . . ." and we all impatiently wait for the right one to arrive like gamblers at the roulette wheel! Aloha!