The seasons don’t fight against each other, or argue about allotted times, but that’s because they are human constructions, and don’t really exist; although they are useful in dividing the ‘year’ into different weather patterns. In reality, our planet is just circling the centre of our solar system, because the ‘sun’ is controlling us with gravity.
Hi, this is William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by legendary Romantic poet William Wordsworth. The second sentence of the introduction was about Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem, which was inspired by hot sunny weather in Blighty over the last few days. The first sentence was about Reflection 12 from his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections book.
Here’s Reflection 12, followed by the newly imported from fmpoetry into the Greenygrey world seasonal mirror poem. As with most of the topics, it is an observation and comment on universal human nature, not inspired by anybody in particular.
Those who feel hard done by
often seem to want to get even
not necessarily with whoever
caused their upset
but with anybody
who’ll balance the books
return their equilibrium
as they see it
for the unloved to feel love
for the bullied to feel powerful
for the unlucky to feel lucky
for the poor to feel rich
for the insane to feel sane.
Spring or Summer, Sun flares Whenever
summer can’t arrive too soon
although not expected until June
sun doesn’t know northern reasoning
each hemisphere’s split seasoning
it just sits centre burning fuel
although solar winds wave like fool
our planet circles fusion fire, life on Earth reaching higher
comets dance around gravity bound moons
shooting stars whiz space like loons
judged on falling brightness
without knowing journey light years
hot weather come what May
spring doesn’t claim every day