seasons two

as one enters,
   the other must leave.
and as one delays,
   i am stuck between.
a bitter morning,
  forgotten in afternoon warmth.
i am ready,
   am i ready?


holiday lights bring not the cold,
  rather an anticipation.
my ice scrapper,
  in voided preseason.

the earth's tilt, rotation and placement,
  yes these help.
but one must leave,
  for the other to enter.

                                     winter comes.


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