<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;">Green Solstice<div><u><br></u>Poet after poet of the lands<br>Of four seasons<br>Laud their winters.<br><br>I grew up, and live,<br>In a land without snow,<br>Free of “icy blasts of winter”.<br>None of Robert Frost’s<br>Frozen lakes, and woods <br>Filled with snow. <br><br>Just before this<br>Winter’s Solstice,<br>We drove through the<br>Gentle, voluptuous,<br>Lines and folds<br>Of my land.<br><br>Marveling at the <br>Transformation from<br>The “Golden” tan<br>Of the dry season<br>To the glorious greens<br>The rains bring.<br><br>There are more shades<br>Hues, tints, lights<br>Textures and <br>Shadows of green here<br>Than are dreamt of<br>In any philosophy.<br><br>Like anything remote <br>From the natural world,<br>These words are only <br>Faint shadow of the <br>Experience.<br><br>I tingle —<br>Goosebumps,<br>At the memory.<br><br><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Moose</div></div></body></html>