Elucidating Questions

I felt her creeping in last night

Haven’t felt her for weeks

It’s December dear

I remind her

There are buds on trees

She’s on the roof and the grass this morning

She’s in my fingers

A welcome change when change is needed

Buds on the darkest day?

Come on

And I’m worried about the arctic

And that the weather has been entirely from the ocean and not from North

But she was in the air this evening still, hours later when I remembered I hadn’t finished writing this

My ancestors didn’t know,

But even Winter is a gift

The very passing of the seasons,

The hallmarks of those seasons

They are signs that the Earth she is well,

Which would mean all is well with us

If only we’d grown with her instead of against her

She’s sick now,

It’s clear,

Something is wrong and the absence of winter tells us this

But no one’s listening