Ruminations

Here I go again, on a ramble.
Going about things, in a scramble,
Snow is here, all around in ample,
A blizzard, we get to sample.

It was Mother Nature’s revenge,
For a gorgeous summer, she tries to avenge,
Weather is, these days, certainly strange,
Winter to spring, all in the range.

A Genuine respect for nature,
Love for earth, one should nurture,
The delicate balance needs a suture,
For our land is growing an aperture.