Appalling

A hot January,
So fat and so cold.
The flowers confused
Their fate is but woe.
The birds fly in circles,
Forgetting where to go.
The worms sleep soundly,
Deep down in their gore.
The snows melting early,
The floods seem so mean.
Wiping out object,
Life.
What is,
What has been.
Why? Why?
Ask nature.
Ask him. Ask her. Ask us.
Where have we been?