Guilty, Your Honour

The intriguingly prolonged and
much acclaimed impersonation
of summer has vanished, illegally
abducted through the malign
manipulations of jealous winter,
returning chill, ill winds to this
early spring, despite the best
attempts by civil society to detain
the sunny disposition at unusual
manifestations of confused nature.

Suddenly, as unexpectedly as it
arrived, unheralded but celebrated,
the gentle warmth and balming sun
departed, leaving anxious bemusement
that soon turned to angry annoyance
at the unusual antics of the seasonal
equinox. Accused of stark betrayal of
weather traditions nature merely
shrugged in serene indifference.