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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448826" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Each a Season</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer kisses Winter's Hands<br>thereby warming them<br>as she takes her hair<br>and wraps him<br>in the midst of the blowing gale; <br>her arms reach out<br>to his icy branches<br>giving a spark to each sleeping bud<br>awaking each from its frozen winter encasement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Winter's Heart<br>is cold indeed<br>whispering to her in her ministrations<br>'I am Winter and Winter is my fate; <br>from my icy cradle<br>Spring is born<br>and I must not miss her birth.'<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer was angry.<br>'Am I not more fair than she? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I not given you solace<br>in your icy retreat? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I not offered you much more than she? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I withdraw my succorings<br>where would you be? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I would' Winter said<br>'Winter be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that Summer took her Golden Hair<br>threw it back upon her beautiful shoulders<br>asking herself 'Where is the gratitude? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winter reached with his thin cold fingers<br>uttering, <br>'Summer is too warm for me because without<br>my wild blizzard face I lose my Winter Grace and Winter's dignity-<br>becoming only melting ice; <br>discarded slush<br>snow-flake crushed<br>and I would wander<br>my melting realm<br>and seep into muddy ground, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">gone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I understand' Summer said<br>'Spring, when you put it that way<br>seems a better bride for you since</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she kisses your icy buds<br>slowly bringing them to blossoming<br>and I would perhaps apply too much heat<br>too soon; <br>they would be born flower wilted<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I understand, ' she said<br>flying away<br>'yet I am still sad.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below<br>Winter held his arms high<br>to welcome<br>the smell of<br>Springs breezes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not knowing<br>Summer in coming to him<br>had sacrificed her own season<br>and lay dead<br>beneath Winter's snow<br>unknown to him; <br>because indeed her love was so great<br>she had given up<br>her own Summer season.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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thereby warming them
as she takes her hair
and wraps him
in the midst of the blowing gale; 
her arms reach out
to his icy branches
giving a spark to each sleeping bud
awaking each from its frozen winter encasement.

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