The Four Seasons
The Four Seasons
All the world has four seasons,
why do some think they don't?
They all present differently,
no matter where you are on earth.
We don't need to think we are supreme
beings because we have snowfall.
Nor should we down our sisters and
brothers who choose a sunny climate
other than ours as brainless,dull fuzzballs.
I don't know much, but I know
this.
I will hear complaints from all
when it snows.
At first it will be all ooos and ahs!
But after weeks of shoveling
and unworkable cars,oh my!
They wail for the next season.
If one is lucky enough to be at
home, snowfall is a delight!
But for those who have to work
daily or walk or fall in freezing cold.
This whooping over snow gets
pretty old!
Notes:
*Poet once lived in Chicago
almost half her existence in
the Windy City.
But once she touched the fine
joys of the state of California
life, fell in love with it.
I do mean,hopelessly.*
August 16, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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