Seasonal Interchange by Michael Aitken

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SEASONAL INTERCHANGE by Michael Aitken

In Winter, when the trees are bare,

We mortals don our winter wear.

In Spring, when trees begin to dress,

We mortals then start wearing less,

Until, for some, with Summer's heat

The role reversal is complete.

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