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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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