Nature

Nights are closing in
We are subdued by the mellow tints of autumn
We are filled with a peaceful calm
After a summer of content

For winter holds a promise
Of frost, Christmas and log fires
Nature is a schemer, for, unbeknown to us,
She plans great catastrophes
To envelop our petty desires

For while we are making amends of her destructive forces
We view each other in a different light
As we work side by side, her balance to restore
Her wrongs to put to right

Brenda S. Warhurst

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