Mother Nature is Cranky ... again

We are fools, watching and waiting

with our spades and forks held high

for this endless seasonal struggle

between winter and spring

to end with spring the victor.

I sit with garden porn on my lap

shuddering at Mother Natures

onslaught ravishing the landscape.

The asphalt of the drive seen yesterday,

the first since November, is no longer

in view, swallowed by the white shite

blowing in from the north, swallowing

all in its path, suffocating every living being.

I ponder, could it be my own emotions

causing this, the will to live again

against the crushing feel of neglect

and so I lash out and call to her

to allow me feel, but for one moment,

the torment in others, unbeknownst

to them, that they have caused in my life.