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.