Poem #2,755 | This is a seasonal thing

This is a seasonal thing
upset by our greed – all
those childhood marks
are being rubbed off – I
knew for sure at 12yrs –
seasons aligned on our
calendar [we ne’er had
a monsoon in Britain &
floods rare] – We made
our ice slides to school
all through December –
Spring that next thing –
along with April’s rain –
glimpses of heat – then
autumn’s rape – a loop
without a disturbance –
I feel that sunlit kiss in
November – cowp by it
all – scuttle of seasons