Man-Made Seasons

One silent tear rolled from my eye I wondered why, still wonder why The Source and I graced windows to the world Same silhouette of branch stood slumbered I rose, stepped to face east, with Its bright and morning star I stood still, speechless Then saluted what I saw I have wished upon a star It blinked, winked, said nothing But beamed upon face of earth Earth's dull crevices; some light, some dark Some souls seemed troubled They've shunned the ark No trace of tear Just as it appeared, it vanished I, inside, felt snug. It's only prelude to winter Some folks scoot to sunnier shores Isis will melt at home and abroad Four seasons alone, ordained by God. *