Awaiting Rescue

This is where tough love originates.
The mother of all living things
exposing her creatures to the realities
of flux and uncertainty, when all we
really ask for is the comfort of
moderation, the expectancy of hope
that redeeming nature will return
to us the balm and pleasure of sun,
warmth and renewed life after the
enforced abstinence of the dreary,
deadening winter with its snowy gales
and icy squalls stinting the bounty
of growth. See here, the days of light
reflecting life expanding, the healing
sun rays soothing the awakening
hemisphere, birds and butterflies,
those gentle migrants winging their
annual return, early arrivals welcoming
newer dawns with trilled paeans of
pleasured praise. And then - we are
but hallucinating, viewing mesmerized
the arrival of yet another of nature's
battles royale between gale-force wind
and a sky that has discreetly withdrawn
before a raging white screen of ice.