Autumn wind swirls in the high antlers
And of their last leaves the bare branches!
Perched on a tree, naked, Mother Nature
Shiver and greet the approaching winter the prelude...

However, she is worried because, for some time now,
The seasons are no longer what they really were!
Less icy seems to him in winter and hotter in summer.
So much so that She no longer knows how to dress…

ThDGart

Poem in dialogue with the photo that is part of1