INK Poetry Read

The Life of the Weather
by Zech Thauer ‘19

One swallow does not a spring make
How many swallows does it take
To turn the cold cruel claws of winter
To the soft and gentle hands of spring

The time has come for Father Winter to give up his rule
And give the throne to the fair Lady of memories made new
The feeling of frost under foot can't compare to the smell of grass covered by dew
Why winter feels so long and spring so short I haven't got a clue

In the time that Spring lives her beauty is unmatched
The smell of fresh blooms in trees and dew on the grass
It's the perfect climate for bundles of joy to be hatched
A father and mother smile as they watch their joyful lass

Slowly Father Winter has died away only to be revived one day
And Lady Spring passes away with great sadness giving way
To Lord Summer with a sun so bright and warm
It gives opportunity and enjoyment to great hordes

And as Summer's life comes to an end Mother Autumn's life begins
A time when her dresses are exquisite with yellows and reds
If beauty is a crime Mother Autumn is guilty of one of seven deadly sins
Strong and majestic like a horse with elegance that could never be bred

Young lads marvel at the fiery color of the trees
Lasses laugh and play in the piles of leaves
Mother Autumn smiles at the sight of children
And is delighted when they are enchanted by the call of a wren