Has Nature been alerted?
Does she know of the emergence
of this woman, an acolyte come to
praise or a critic to fault the
Mother of the Universe? While
the glory of autumnal richness
embraces the forest, sun gleaming
on vermilion, pink, orange, crimson
gold and green, a palette of such
beauty only Nature herself can
produce, has this woman taken
offence at the forest canopy releasing
its colour treasure to the forest floor?
Is this why she has entered the forest
grasping a rake and frantically begins
her task of clearing the thick layers
of newfallen foliage off the forest
paths, compelled by some inner demon
to remonstrate with the Nature she views
as a sloven? Is there hope for this
pathetically obsessed soul viewing
herself a dryad taking nature to task?
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