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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The seasons


Change of seasons

September’s love conceived
Summer’s ripening begins
The snow yet begun to fall
Picnic baskets and walks in the park
Dreams of green grass a distant memory
First week of December the sky a sheet of steel
The winter seamstress plies her trade
Dresses and skirts made of filigree and ice
Decorated in delicate frost
February arrives well dressed
A cruel smile on her frozen lips
Summer growing in her womb
March foetus behaves badly
A question of lambs and lions
Unpredicted by shadow
April knits warm apparel
May and June hold the yarn
Summer reborn
September a lady in waiting

I am reposting this poem about 2012 because no one has taken up my challenge to decipher it. Once again, I challenge you to decipher the meaning. Are you able?

2012

Long count calendar, Mayan wrote;
Nine hells of fifty-two years;
Counter reset, beginning anew.
Transition from fourth world to fifth;
Five millennia in waiting;
Philosophy reborn.
Lord Krishna speaks in lunar cycles;
Hindu worlds yet unborn;
A golden foetus dreams;
Five millennia in gestation.
Malachy, Irish born monk;
A saint made in Clement times.
One hundred and eleven popes counted:
The labour of the sun wrapped in gold;
A life eclipsed in birth and death;
The second becomes third from last.
The glory of the olives reigns today;
German birth in controversy,
Benediction from the church assures rule;
Sixteen is second.
The seven hilled city is destroyed;
The Roman born is witness.
The rock shall say amen;
The first shall be the last.