If spring remained where it is
everything would stay in bud
seed would not begin to grow
roses, never bloom.
If summer with her unrelenting heat
were always on the boil
soon, everything would shrivel up
dry and, die.
If autumn didn’t ever shed
its shroud of kaleidoscopic leaves
what then would enrich the ground
from the mulch they bring.
Where would that endless bounty go
and what would become of the life
of trees which were never left to rest
nor sleep the sleep of the just.
If winter made the decision to stay
(especially here where we are)
everything would remain locked up tight
in deep perpetual freeze.
Nothing could stir to grow or flow.
We curse the heat and bugs of summer
hate the cold and ice
yet, endless seasons would bring
about a nightmare all of their own.
As for me,
I simply count my blessings
pleased to see each come
pleased to see them go.
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