Earth slowly wobbles to face the Sun,
Head up becomes head down.
A dreary world becomes undone,
Soon gone its frigid frown.

Night then hides at the day's far reach,
As it's tide-line swift retreats.
Switching roles these masters each,
As light with dark competes.

A climbing sun long shadows shrinks,
Dries up large pools of shade.
From light, away cold darkness slinks,
And where too long it stayed.

A gentler season comes to stay,
Invites us back outdoors.
Paints away a world from grey,
On all, its colour pours.

A long-imagined world awakes,
From where at rest and hiding.
Spring winds the tree to leaf brisk shakes,
At the seasons' rough colliding.

Congested tumult sky becomes,
A gentler daily drama.
Its muddle of algorithmic sums,
Yield to settled panorama.

The bright horizon viewed from south,
Calls siren-like to life.
Chill-blown feathers and hungry mouth,
To travail from doubtless strife.

A grand return of visitors old,
As earth's halves hand one to other.
Evacuees from lands soon cold,
One summer to another.

And here it is before we know,
Trees, plants and fields of crops.
The fruits that did last autumn sow,
Summer stage with all its props.

I now stand head and arms full reach,
Towards the clear blue sky.
To warmth and light I shout, beseech,
In joyful helpless cry.

For this glorious pinnacle too soon is gone,
Its beauty quickly faded.
All I'd placed my hopes upon,
Swift vanished and degraded.

But for now I'll put such thoughts aside,
To harvest summer's joys.
And hope that long its days abide,
Clear skies and sun employs.