It is supposed to snow in December
a Winter Wonderland to unfold
With winds expecting to blow
The air meaning to be chilly.
It is expected to honor the calendar
The decorations to go up
Lights to beautify and celebrate
cleaning and preparations to be well underway
During a holiday season.
It is Nature’s way geese flying South
Mallards wading softly
Patterns we identify in our neighborhood.
The heart has a rhythm
The couple has a plan
The knitted fabric supposing to grow.
It is what has come to us as natural.
But, when the world presents itself
Modern Earth planning differently,
and we are witness to things out of our control
The life beat interrupts
And, one has to cope with
a new reality
It takes time.