One early January sunny day outside my bedroom window there was a beautiful Red Robin
Just walking along the green grass or early in January in January one might ask because I asked the same in my mind
Could it be spring or ready in winter flowers blooming farmer still have at lest years hay by the piles because there's so much green grass for the farm animals to eat
Season changes but not in this way could the season now be telling us something of what to come
Can we really see what's happening right in front of our own eyes
We have no regular seasons anymore they are seasons in the past we used to could tell one season from another
There was a time when we knew when and exactly when seasons was to come and go
But now is everyone guess one season from another the day has as I write it's 80 degrees in February the winter
Season changes but we have no Seasons anymore climax change seen to that we get rain when we should have snow snow when we should have rain
What a strain on the brain and the body that changes of the seasons brings
02/21/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem