Wake from a seven season slumber

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    Wake from a seven season slumber

    The slumber again for father's frost.

    Sleeping where cold wind still blows.

    Since warmth abounds, life awake be found

    Dew-dropped in April: March lost the snow.


      O' harken all ye children of Spring.

    Shake sleep from eye's long Winter's fall.

    For November, and the fine Autumn ember

    Heed that  the summers again call.


      Early to rise art thou fairy of rain.

    Merrily, fill brooks to babble away.

    With tentative ear, God allowed you to hear

    The pebble trickle tune to the  stream's array.

      So bloom until blossom, then onto wither

    All flowers flourish this equinox weather

    So beam the sun to silver cloud bay,

    As brighter the night, and moreover the day.


      But again father time hastens those who crawl

    Neither favour to the swimmers, or aloftly do fly

    Is haste of year when the cold again draws near

    Frost bitten fruit, whom hadn't multiplied.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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