The dry sun-sapped air forces even
the most brave of creatures back
to our air-conditioned cocoons.
Too hot to think, too hot to bother
Too hot that we’re all hot and bothered.
The heat has lost its vengeance, and
the leaves tumble down with the temperature.
And the greens turn to yellow and orange
As splendour takes its leave,
We leave the leaves and trees bereave.
The bite of freeze numbs the extremities
and chills the winds that howl the storms.
Lancing rains pelt our warm lit rooms,
and the frost we accost at a loss
Gives us cold and shivering cost.
Shed furs are replaced by new life.
Small buds stand proud under gentle sun
and carefree oceans of grass wave.
Majesty of birdsong is again allowed
To proclaim out loud their new sound.
Distilled Orthopraxy 