Face it! Seasons dominate our taut lives,
Though most reflect the planet’s curious tilt.
Twenty-three point four five degrees contrive
The equinox, the solstices—the gilt
Festooning Christmas, Easter—holidays
Galore—those landmark seasons of each year.
Our merchants’ joy, our families’ hoorays–
Those days off work, weekends of boozy cheer.
But ev’ry bright is shadowed by the dark.
Our bleakest season, like a threat’ning ax,
Extends three months (or more!) a rav’ning shark—
The season when we calculate our tax!
That maze of rules, the danger of rebuke—
Nauseating, enough to make you puke!
(4/28/12)