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The Four Seasons

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Dripping from the eaves,

Snow melts slowly while it turns

The hard sod to mud.


The dog barks hoarsely,

He echoes in vibrations

As the moon shines down.


Up through the green turf,

Crocuses lift heads of pearl

Into buoyant air.



Sunshine comes with force,

As the days grow languorous

With burdensome heat.


Seeds become green plants,

The crops are bearing their fruits

As farmers tend them.


Sporadic rain flows,

The earth turns and grows cooler

With the passing days.



Happy the growers,

Watching as the earth becomes

The Mother of all.


Fecund and boundless,

Drunkards fall into deep sleep

Waiting for harvest.


Reapers bear armloads,

Grateful for abundant growth

From plentiful earth.



Dreadful the weather,

The drops of rain turn to ice

And soil freezes hard.


Warm within their homes,

The peasants dream of the spring

Flowered and fertile.


Harshly the wind blows,

Cold will seep into their bones

But soon life quickens.

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