The mist loams
while the birds wake.
No wings flutter just chirping and cackles.
No insects travel, it is eerily quiet.
Spring as arrived prematurely.
As some would welcome it thinking nothing of worse
I know better.
We endured no killing of cod this year
nobody alive remembers a time that equaled these days.
We have broken weather records over 30,000
times in this country alone in the past year.
As things go in the world of men
other things are changing.
We are pregnant for trouble like none have imagined.
Fools will be in glory living the days welcoming an unexpected visitor.
The grass and trees are disrupted early from the norm
much more than disruption endured over the past decades.
Life inside and under the same awakens without culling or proper rest.
A month too early is a nightmare of nature's need untold.
The hand of the sower will tremble
seeds will fall improperly and harvests will not yield expectation.
Doubt shouldn't be a part of welcoming the season of growth,
yet for those in tune
something isn't right.
Nothing good comes from knowing in wisdom.
The fears of what will be are already here, but in most considerations they are still of what is to come
by man's doings.
We anticipate while we walk pleasantly in the place
that will be extremely unpleasant.
Look and listen to the whispers of the world
and enjoy the beauty of an unexpected day.
Know that unexpected is the forecast and life is a month too soon on arrival.