Nature's Scruples Awry

Without so much as a backward
glance to expectations born of
long experience through precise
season-appropriate events, winter has
abandoned tradition deciding on a
complete and bizarre change of
wardrobe. Some natural force in
an extreme of hubris has convinced
vain winter that white does not
become its visual glory despite much
evidence to the contrary. Winter felt
compelled to dress in shades of 
grey and green and to preen as an
entirely new phenomenon of 
nature's coquettish attitude of what
you see is what you get, take it or
leave it, her moods always and
timelessly prevailing. The cheering
section is loud in praise as wild
animals continue to graze the
landscape and humans make do 
by substituting golf for skiing,
happily foregoing snow shovelling
and sharpening their unbounded
gratitude in El Nino's balmy breezes,
sumptuously moderate temperatures.