Seasons Repeat Comments

I like in the very center of this poem the one long line OUR NEVER ENDING SPINNING GLOBE. That's so strong with a sense of durability, of things fixed in place forever, But it's surrounded by things on a human scale. Irritation at yet another winter! boredom with routines that happen but don't change anything. But right there in the center of the poem you give voice to what is almost eternal in nature and it's splendid!