Dear Mother Nature

Dear Mother Nature, I'm growing wroth,
for Winter's unseemly late.
The frigid, tardy Visigoth
from whom Spring emancipates.

The fractal trunk and branch and twig
have shed their autumnal cloak,
in lieu of frosted garb prevised;
their dishabille, now, a bitter joke.

The vernal equinox has come and gone,
the winter solstice fled.
All flora here has died, grown wan;
the fauna's gone to bed.

My breath, which ought to crystallize,
instead heaves a mournful sigh.
My blood's less viscous than its wont -
seems the season's gone awry.

The farmers' fields, the plains, the towns...
should make me squint in monochrome.
Instead, a patchwork quilt of browns
where mottled alabaster roams.

I find myself near at wit's end,
unfettered by the cold.
No incommodious days to spend
immured in Winter's icy fold.

The languorous river creaks and yawns,
cracking early its Winter fleece,
peering out through limpid pools,
whorls blinking without surcease.

Whither has the Winter gone?
My wroth is growing dim,
dormant as the terra cotta lawn.
I think we've overspent our whim.

It seems I cannot blame you Mum,
we're disparate, you and me.
For all, by choice, that we have done,
you've hied from obloquy.

~Simon Fraser

Comments

[Linda]

Wunderful. But the third to the last verse;
"The langourous river creaks and yawns, cracking early it's winter fleece,peering out through limpid pools, whorls blinking without surcease."-is genius.
Thanks!

[Mark]

Is this a poem from your past, or a more recent work?

[Simon]

Mark, just extruded from my head this morning.

The fact that it's February and there is NO SNOW on the ground is particularly disconcerting, given that we should have been blanketed by the white stuff by December!

[Hazel Hazel]

I'll give you my snow and my winter for that matter. Lovely poem though, and the new look is nice. The pic is sweet.

[Tina]

Nicely done, Simon. Since I find myself grounded these days, maybe I should try my hand at describing the weather here at the moment. Something about the Santa Ana winds causing fires? I don't know. Hmmm ... maybe I should wait until the summer for inspiration? Anyway, nice piece of work you have there. Very clever. Tina