The sun approaches
its turning point
the nadir for the north
the zenith for the south
Capricorn stands ready
its horns lowered
to turn the sun around
for the north
The south wind blows
A teaser or a taunt
of summer
yet far away in time
The trees around me sigh
resigned to long weeks
of winter
still ahead
Do not be fooled
by this phoney spring
one lash it will take
of the jetstream's tail
and snow will whirl
wreaking its soft revenge
on the unwary caught out
by this unseemly warmth
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