Where Seasons Begin Poem by John Carter Brown

I wonder, just where do the seasons begin?
I've often thought about this;
The latitude at the equator is not
The place - it's a neutral bliss.

I wish my mind could get to grips with
This strange and imponderable thing;
There are no lines upon the earth
The answer for to bring.

What then - where does this leave me,
I'd really love to know
Just where a season has it's start
And on which map it shows?

What number is the starting point
For this elusive place;
What country is it in I ask
As I screw up my face?

But does it really matter though?
It does, or I wouldn't have asked!
Can anyone tell me the answer to this
Please, can anyone help me unmask
Just where the difference has been made
By earth's illogical tilt?
If I don't find the answer soon
I think my brain will wilt.

I'd considered emailing a scientist
But didn't know which one to choose,
So instead I just clicked onto Google
And we all know with him you can't lose.

And it seems there's no question to answer,
At the equator they've seasons as well,
It's just that the shift is so tiny -
Now I don't have to go through more hell.

(Written Sept 2013)