All-Encompassing
As warm as sunshine and as cold as ice,
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.
Strolling through the woods, I embrace Autumn's
tactile and ethereal sensations.
From a crackling carpet of fallen leaves
to the smell of rotting logs and fungi,
Nature's presence is all-encompassing.
And a chorus of skeletal branches
rattle, like bones in the wake of each breeze.
Each season
Nature changes
Her looks
using color
to express Herself.
Spring is green
Summer
is khaki,
and Fall
dapples orange
and scarlet
highlights on the trees.
While Winter wears powder
white
with crystals of ice.
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