The Taming of the Seasons
By John Herlihy

The seasons, alas, are subject to a majestic evolution;
Unique since they take part in a compelling revolution.
They advance one upon the other with total disregard,
For the niceties of weather each season holds on guard.

We extol the enchantment of summer, fall, winter, spring;
We adjure the contentment that all of the seasons bring.
Spring rains, summer flowers, fall leaves, winter snow;
Each a unique form of blessing that the seasons bestow.

Imagine the sure chaos with summer frost and fall rains;
Imagine spring snows or the harvesting of winter grains.
We should consider ourselves lucky with chilly hoarfrost,
And the blessings implicit with spring’s glorious defrost.

Is there anyone who truly wants the taming of the seasons,
Ranting against their vices replete with blaming reasons?
The seasons bring change and that will never ever change;
Cold, hot, warm, chill, each season sets forth its unique range.

The seasons, like the hour, speak eloquently of temporality,
Just as the phases of the moon inspire thoughts of eternity.
Never try to rein in the seasons from their hallowed ground,
For you may find yourself facing a dilemma most profound.