It reminds me of a slightly more humous version of that prayer, but I'm a little too sad to quote it right now. I really love it.

Poor James Norrington...he's a good man, and that is what he should be remembered for. This is a lovely poem. Well done. =)

Though it's sad that winter gets bashed. It's far better than fall, and the weather is clearly the best, with less of the garish sun, and more of the amazing beauty that comes from the rain and snow. It's a bit odd that you broke up the winter stanza, when you don't have the other stanzas be couplets. The last line sounds rather cryptic, as it's not certain what rings people would be following, and most people notice the changing of the seasons, unless they are quite dense.