‘East West, Home’s Best.’ North South, Same Truth

They cry, ‘Here comes the cold!’

those Northern Hemispherists – bold

to ignore the other half of the world.

(Sigh!) That’s getting old.

Here, the cold is leaving. How sweet

to contemplate the return of heat.

Never mind what excesses we may meet

as we globally warm – still a treat.

Here in the sub-tropics, anyway, cold

is fleeting and slight. We find it sweet

that our winters are meek and bland, not bold

and harsh. We welcome the caress of heat.

Cold north, warm south; the twain don’t meet,

can’t cross from opposite sides of the world.

Never mind change or seasons, that much is old.

And perhaps we may count it a treat.

More and more I love home, as I get old.

When I was younger I travelled the world

and sampled other climates. Oh, I was bold!

Now – in all weathers, home keeps out the cold.

Written for 'Here Comes the Cold' at Poems of Garden Gnomes

I attempted a ‘Martin verse’, invented by Martin Kloess. Not easy! 
(At the link, scroll down to the poem 'Summer's Air'.)