There's something hateful about the cold
Something fearful about the heat
It's only in the spring or fall
That we feel equal to it all
The earth in winter
Deep in thought
Brings our hearts to a full stop
While summer blithely hurls our souls
Far out beyond the stars
But earnest fall and lithesome spring
Are preternatural beings
Who bring the divine back down
To earth to see what human life
And death can truly be
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