Nothing Unusual?

Bugs
I can live with,
even deplorable
fungus that drifts
in clouds of
microscopic
spores unseen –
devouring leaves
clinging to fruit
tenaciously –

but hard frosts
of such ferocity
are new – a state
of complete
bewilderment;
a lingering
ill-at-ease.

We’ve had cold snaps,
chills that ate grass and
spawned clover before.
But we’ve never seen
trees burnt of all their
leaves by sheer cold in
events indigent to this
Orchard of 65 years;
events utterly
unprecedented.

But you still
shake your head,
saying its
nothing
unusual...
© 26 July 2007, I.D. Carswell