You can fool some of the people some
of the time, but others take notice that
enticements are meant to forestall critics
whose moans of entitlement give way to
a purposeful feint from the most practised
and powerful of forces as she performs her
age-old pantomime of conciliation to charm
and beguile. The prospect of the inevitable
sits poorly with the spiritual descendants
of ancient Greece's Demeter where the ascent
into winter was analogous to a descent into
the underworld, a hellish place where the
bounty and beauty of earth's growing things
are subsumed when ice and snow defeat their
defences. Nature devises brief compensations
meant to allay fear and resentment in her
dispirited critics coaxing into bloom retiring
roses to pacify the grief and console the misery
of gardeners left without purpose and joy. Her
resonating message : once again next year.
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