Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Mother Nature strokes Her brush
blending snow, rain, and slush
against houses, trees, sheds, fences
texturing Her canvas called, "Earth"
conveying sheer beauty to everyone
peeking out their windows, doors, cameras
only to be captivated time and again
by Her felted pen outlines of deer, squirrels, creatures
scurrying for shelter, food, water
in a race of need, time, wanting
to be the survivors, not the dead remnants
of what once was a competitive, demanding, populated
easel for our Mistress' masterpiece
hanging up not on our indoor walls,
but the ones out there
where there are no guide lines, requirements, critics
with their deadly restrictions ruining
our ever loving painting of...
Mother Nature.