Winter in April

Nature, it seems, has gone off-kilter her
equilibrium somehow disturbed by events 
she has herself moved forward and imposed 
presumably as punishment for humankind's 
presumption. Just as we now look upon 
strangers and friends alike with suspicion 
fearing that their physical proximity hosts 
a dangerous threat to our existence harbouring 
a contagion that has brought the world low
spurring us to avoid contact. Just as one country 
after another has closed in upon itself in a 
frenzy of spontaneous actions in a desperate 
effort to tame the beast that threatens human
existence nature too appears to have made
decisions that may be as confusing to her
elemental seasons as our current state of life 
not-as-usual has occurred to us in a plague 
of illness and death in a kind of new and 
terrifying game of Russian roulette sparing 
lives here and there, taking them relentlessly 
elsewhere. Disrupting her firm seasonal schedule 
a befuddled nature calling as usual for winter 
to depart has failed her due diligence though 
knowing the begrudged departure well and 
in her lack of oversight spring has been 
unceremoniously and covertly shown the 
back door, leaving winter in firm command.