It is as if she knows.
The fiery orange sun
Peers through a hole
In the sky,
As the wilted daisies
Slap the earth,
One by one.
The land lies, encrusted
With a bronze blanket
That is a gift
From the oaks.
Miniature mammals scamper
As if hiding
From an upset mother;
And a glaze of water freezes
On a blade of grass,
Preserving its form.
It is as if she knows.
Angry rumors dance around,
Confirmed by snow.