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.
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