Mother Nature's Art

That moment of pause between the seasons change
When it's neither spring, summer, autumn, nor winter
Almost like nature holds her breath before a rearrange
Hesitating before the sky and winds turn and splinter

They break and give way to the new coming of time
When Mother Nature landscapes and redecorates again
She'll break out her brushes, an artist at her prime
Making over every leaf, every grass, and furry little friend

Every chosen hue and blend, brushed upon the used canvas
Panorama in a beauty, but sometimes quite gray and stormy  
She fumbles and fumes with her work like every artist must
Sweeping her brush in dramatic flourishes, yet so skillfully!

How disheartening when someone disrespects our own masterpieces
But Earth is defaced all the time; instead of a decline it increases!






(Entered in the Sonnet comp)