Mother Nature

Mother Nature,
Ready to slip into something more comfortable.
Silky winds, loose shifts of horizon,
Pastels like crème treats, dollops
Of peach, pink, and blue
Slipping down sky throats.

Mother Nature,
Ready to tantrum again, that old drama queen
Raging torrents, heavenly threats.
While we run for cover as always,
She threatens us to clean up our lives,
Our rooms, our waters, our forests,
Really everything.