Straining for the sun and
Beaten down by winds or
Rain-soaked, tulips wonder
If they came up too soon.
My jacket, less than I need,
Makes me nod at this real
Concern. When the summer
Heats us beyond reason
Will we feel the winds and
Rain, miss the comfort of
Our discomfort, yearn for
Yesterday's wintry spring
Tag Archives: #climate
Unusual
Were you expecting rain, or
Hale? Violent weather comes
Uninvited and bids Adieu to
Crops or kills off wildlife and
Man, together. We may not be
Prepared, but someone warned
Of this impending doom. A big
Change was coming. They all
Said climate would affect us
Soon and not in a good way.
What were you expecting?
Doomsday the 2nd
Paradise is eroding
The umbrella drinks
They get bigger, the
Island tracts they are
Smaller. We are not
Breathless over their
Beauty, we just can't
Breathe the air it gets
Bigger fills with the
Smell of smoke come
From away the beach
It slips away into the
Waters all so soon, so
Overwhelming. Feel
The heat the fires are
Far away, eroding our
Island drowning our
Peace, our paradise
Doomsday poem 1
The acrid smell of smoke
Rising. Did they warn us?
Did we expect the heat to
Bring so many pollutants
Into the air? From where?
Change they say is good
But is this the change we
Wanted? The planet is
Changing, shifting at its
Core. This is structural and
Deep. You don't see it as
It comes from within from
Underneath. It comes out
Of nowhere from below so
Suddenly, the center doesn't
Hold. Smoke all around and
Shaken foundations below
The temperatures so high
Is this all the progress we
Have made? Stench, heat