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The everyday extreme
seems to be getting worse
the weather teeters from
scorching to chilly
A storm rolls in with
howling winds
patio furniture lifts off
10,9,8,7......
feather light, I wonder when
it splashes-down, will it shatter, like
lost dreams in the garden
of Eden....
tears pour from the heavens
shall we build an arc to weather
the inevitable floods that will
surely come...
do we still have two of each
species, so many are bordering
on extinction....does anyone care
In the morning sun, the sweltering
heat arrives...no place to hide
the power grid is out...no
way to cool the air down...makes
it hard to breathe when it's
90 plus degrees..
Who can keep track of the everyday
extremes...who will save the young
saplings who haven't had a chance
to grow their roots, taken too soon
my heart grieves for all the loss...
Will the only thing left standing be
giant megaliths ....a sanctuary of
hope in the eye of the storm
the artwork of
a by-gone community
linking with earthweal
sharing with dVerse
author's note: my humble free verse ramblings...
Beautifully penned! :)
ReplyDeleteA poignant and moving poem. The question about whether we have two of each species left really got to me. Good question. Horrible that we have to ask it.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite beautiful in a bittersweet way True — and so sadly pertinent to our changing world.
ReplyDeleteSadly it may come to this point if we don't care about mother earth.
ReplyDeleteVery challenging questions. Our grandchildren have a lot of problems to solve in the coming years.
ReplyDeleteThis was a delicate, beautiful analogy and summation of the world we live in.
ReplyDeletei feel your words, i am on a rollercoaster, nothing makes sense, down the looking glass for sure. yet tomorrow the sun will rise (with grace) and i will be grateful for dawn, and a bunch more, keep the faith, let your light shine, sending love
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