Seasonal Theatre

There is nothing of an impish quality
in one so powerful, though bedevilment
is what she's up to in full tease mode.
Like a playful cat entertaining itself
with its helpless prey. Nature has decided
to withdraw winter and return us to spring,
idling her time with roguish pranks.
Admittedly, it is entrancing to experience
the inversion, the ground thawing, ice
and snow melting, the wind less cruel
and though the sun remains hidden, the
atmosphere is downright balmy, a gentle
mist steams over the landscape and our
fingers and toes not chilblain-threatened.
But the teasing interregnum is too brief -
we no sooner become grumpily accustomed
to winter's excesses than we are reprieved
then rapidly plunged back into its icy grip.  
Nature gripped with indecision or
within the grip of malice aforethought.