The Seasons: Explained

Only twenty-three
And a half
Degrees
To separate us from
Eternal vagueness
And our glorious changes

The ones that begin
With a floral prelude
A colorful first chapter
An expressive beginning
A sweet, shy character
And a quiet spy

And the second
A bright, bold star
With a red hot sky
An intense atmosphere
A cunning syrup
And a yellowed world

And the third
A refreshment
From the latter
A cooling sensation
A crisp, clean air
And a thick, brown stare

The ones that end
An epilogue to the year
A white frost along the roof
And a thin, gray sky
A beautiful speech
And a flawless voice

Now we find
That a tilt as small
As is so
Changes our Earth
Into an array of
Beautiful, clear hues