A View From All Seasons

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    For some of allusions, they have their references to an old Science Fiction story "Auf Zwei Planeten" by Kurd Lasswitz.  There is an English version of it called "Two Planets," but it is out of print.

    On other note, I hope place the proper tags for any of my poems that I post now or in the future.

    A View From All Seasons

    Numes be less than jealous over Ba.
    Their calendar year starts when the brightest nighttime star starts at its zenith
    But, it is only a few days faster when it’s closer to our beloved sun.
    Their seasons are not aligned for this wondrously journey around the sun.
    I must tell you what my roving eyes see that our friends the Eskimo lacks to see.
    Please excuse me if my images are things you never saw upon your control over Ba.
    Their ground would still have the snow that any Eskimo can see at this time
    But, it is less of desert of snow upon their ground.
    It reminds me more like a Japanese Zen garden of snow.
    Their other season’s delights are covered over by the snow as well.
    Their next season seems to tear up those blankets of snow.
    Their trees begin to shake off that blanket of snow as they begin to wakeup.
    Tall blades of grass begin to poke holes in once was carpet of snow on the ground.
    Other wondrous creatures come out of their hiding places
    And, others creatures fly with ease on returning from their more mysterious place.
    Some flowers begin bloom and perfume the air with their scent of delight.
    The perfume becomes more intoxicating when water falls from the sky.
    With a few months, green appears to be color of choice with trees and grass alike.
    Slowly selective trees begin to change a montage into a wondrous beauty of colors.
    The colors would be orange, red, and yellow before they all turn brown.
    Those trees seem to bid those colors a goodbye since they seem to enjoy the green more.
    It is usually when those trees said their last goodbyes to those beautiful colors.
    Snow begins to make the trees their white blanket and ground their white carpet.
    It is at this time brightest is once again close to its peak in the night-sky
    But, I do not know when it hit its rock bottom and when it started back up.
    All that I do know about that star it’s close to the top and the cycle is almost complete.

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    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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