Oxymoronical

Now naked forests put on their clothes.
The natural world wakes from its doze. 

Meanwhile, we begin to shed it all.
This our feather dance in spring & fall.

The ground  appoints green shoots & bright buds.
While humans, seemingly, lose their duds.

Odd, to me, we’re both changing in time.
Our opposite responses to clime.

But, we are all just visitors here.
Their winter nudity makes this clear.