Turning Seasons

The seasons revolution
Earths axis tipping Up
Gods’ Sun rays lower trajectory
Shadows block the sun

Twinkling at supersonic speed
Filtering the lens
My eyes of blue, a babbling brook
Clear glass said the wren

Do be very cautious now
Said the bird upon the steed
Keep your eyes straight on the path
The long steep meadow treed

Have a great day friend
Keep warm! k

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