The Divine Director

This day was born in mischief,
cautioning dawn to bypass
daylight and proceed directly to
twilight. The freshening wind,
prepared to clear the platinum vault
of the sky from days of snow
sighed through snow-laden trees
as Nature's theatre disclosed the plot.
Colour the sky white, tinted with
hazy grey to complement the layers
of snow humping the forest floor.
Dim the lights to emphasize
the drama of relentless dusk,
lightly sprinkle with snow and
slightly shake the landscape's contents,
Nature lectured as she busied herself
meticulously assigning appropriate
roles to her skilled principals
whose expertise in their field is
unparalleled, capable of divine
gentleness as well as brutal fury
in instant response to stagecraft.