The Rising of the Phoenix

No monarch stays in power forever. And a lot of a good thing can be too much. In the rainy season, the crops began to drown. And the rivers flooded the beaver dam and rabbit hutch. Then relief came, that parted the rainclouds. The cascading deluge ceased. The flood waters relented and returned to their channels. The breadth of their rebellion decreased. For a ray of light shined over all creation. It came from a desert metropolis. It was a returning seasonal tyrant, this beacon of Heliopolis. The red light singed the leaves from the trees. It blinded the larks in their song. But all change never adjusts easily, and the red sun’s presence wouldn’t be unwelcome for long. And as the riverbanks ran dry, and the new scorched earth policy began. We were overcome with lethargy, like a frog in a boiling saucepan. Though we enjoy the reign of the firebird, he could be an unhealthy crutch. For if he stays too long we will get burned. For a lot of a good thing can be too much. Originally started as a four part series of poems, one for each season: A Dirge for October(Autumn), Slumber(winter), Talitha Cumi(spring), The Rising of the Phoenix(summer). The last two were just completed this year.