is anything but firm.
Unrelenting drama queen,
she drops rain one day
flakes snow the next
bolts lightning at night
breezes balm at dawn.

But who would want to trade?

She, too, hosts doves 
whose cooing soothes, cozies
up to trees and their leaves’
cleansing cells, shares 
sheets of satiny scent, fresh
from sweet clover’s homeplace.