Obliquity of the ecliptic
Summer had a story to tell,
of a time when light ruled over the day.
To each one who pleaded,
the king bestowed a ray.
Autumn had a story to tell,
of a time of fall and change.
Pointing the impermanence of life,
it waits for a new age.
Winter had a story to tell,
of a time of silence and mourning.
Rays shine into the darkness of night,
the night before a better morning.
Spring had the best of them all,
a time of new beginnings.
From solitude to solace,
it takes pride in its winnings.
I wanted to write a poem,
a tale that is not cryptic.
An year gave me four stories,
all thanks to obliquity of the ecliptic.