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SNOW FALL

The world is falling apart, its people deranged.

War and famine join as climates change.

People are on the move to escape the pain.

Water cleanses in blasts and depths unseen.

We wade through facts, the truth unseen.

Snow starts in the upper atmosphere.

Warm air below alters snow

unless we remain cool

where heated skies collide

and moisture tears up in our eyes.

Watching the snowfall gives us hope.

It blankets ugliness’ scope falling on all of us with equal glaze.

Snow reminds us of our better selves and better days.

Spring warmth is gentle like our souls.

It melts the snow so flowers may grow

within the gardens of our hearts.

We are in the midst of a great change.

Unsettled as Spring weather

we must remember we go through this change together.

And those of us who garden will share the bounty of what we sow

with all who are willing to enter

our gates, their needs in tow.

The old world is dying with every angry breath.

Snow in Spring reminds us there is new life after death.

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PAIN

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Pain changes all.

It puckers lips which can no longer speak.

It furrows brows and narrows the view.

It buckles the knees, threatens our fall.

There is so much pain everywhere,

enough to spare, too much to bear.

Pain always wants out,

it erupts in a shout,

“Make it stop!”

“Stop!”

“Just stop!”

Does anyone hear?

Too many continue

to pour salt in the wound.

Too few seem to care.

Too many press fingers on spots

that pulse too hot

until pain explodes and we drop

to our knees as we plead,

“Make it stop!”

“Stop!”

“Just stop!”

Human angels run by

and try not to cry

as they sound the alarm

and beg to succeed

in stopping the harm.

U.N. food trucks are bombed.

Opposition leaders are killed.

Weather tells stories

to gain our attention.

The earth pleads as do we,

“Make it stop!”

“Stop!”

“Just stop!”

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LAHAINA LAMENTATION

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What do we do?

those of us who love you?

Earth, answer me.

Not with fire and floods,

nor famine and disease.

Your waters still call to me.

Your awesome glory

brings me to my knees.

I climb your mountains,

descend your cliffs,

sail upon your seas.

Earth, I love you

still,

despite your need

to balance out your spirit

by threatening me.

Yes, I know, you warned me 

long ago, and repeatedly.

But, Earth, I  love you so.

What can I do

to prove my love for you?

I cannot let you go.

Can you say the same for me?

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SOLEMN VOW

Photo from Louise’s and the bees’ garden.

Where does my world begin and end?

Before the horizon or beyond it to some unknown shore

That has only appeared in my dreams before?

Is my world worth saving, again and again.

Are we simply so tired we do not mind it could end?

Helpless, it seems, I am to do more.

Technology now must save the day

as I find my own simple way

to save and protect all that I love.

I cannot sit still and not do my part.

I must give it my all, and give you all my heart.

I plant native plants and trees,

flowers whose blooms dance in fierce breeze.

Butterflies and bees swoop in and sip

the nectar of gods, nip after nip.

I feed the homeless and shelter those displaced

by flood, fire, crime, famine and war.

I visit the isolated and phone the lonely.

I stay healthy enough to stay earth-bound a few days more

to love those far away and those close around me.

I fold my hands and grip my rosary beads

praying those with power and ability

know what to do and how to succeed.

I love this Earth, its flora and fauna;

its sunrises and sunsets and all in between.

I love its sunny days and cloudless blue skies;

and days when storms hide sun behind a screen.

There is no place in the universe that I would rather be

than right here with you, as we face such adversity.

My hope lies in science and those drenched in creativity

who see beyond today to a future of love and harmony;

not just for all the people of the Earth

but for Earth herself who offers us sanctuary

within the endless energy of planetary boundaries.

Where does my world begin and end?

Right here, with you, right now.

This is a solemn vow.

take it and make it 

your own

somehow.

HIBISCUS, acrylic on canvass by Louise Annarino with gratitude to her garden.

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SUMMER

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Summer wears her heart on her sleeve.

Her false smiles and beguiling ways

encourages all to believe

that she is available to play flirtatious games. 

But, know that Summer will always have her way.

She drags us away from kitchens, desks 

and comfy chairs out into her garden on display.

She allows us to become more aware

of her silken charms directed our way.

Droughts and cloudbursts,

sun that brightens and burns our skin,

Allergens and particulates that settle within

make it hard to breathe in her presence.

Her insects sting and guilelessly bite

while Summer’s flower-perfumed essence

awakens and entreats our most intimate senses.

It would be so easy to love Summer. She puts us to the test

against Autumn, Winter and Spring as to whom we love best.

Summer has become a little too free for me.

I prefer a season who holds back her charms

and grants me shy glimpses which raise no alarms.

As Earth heats Summer’s gaze, subtlety fades  away.

Summer has become almost too bold,

too sure of her dominance, too unsafe

to simply play our Summers away.

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HAIKU

MAY FROST

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First light. What a sight !

Tulips hold their petals tight.

Ice came in the night.

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HAPPY EASTER, EARTH

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Easter’s rise shines with light

and we delight

that Earth’s demise

seems far away,

if only for today.

Resurrection reminds us

that Earth’s clean breath

may be renewed

and rise again, too, with the sun 

as the Son breathes life

into each of us to begin anew.

To be Creation

within and without.

To enjoin all nations

as Saviors of all life.

To set aside strife

and come down from our cross.

To roll away stones heavy with fear.

To rise up after such passion.

To embrace Life and one another.

To embrace each as sister and brother.

To know we are safe in Earth’s embrace

of life among the stars.

To shine. To shine. To shine.

To make His love yours and mine.

Happy Easter !

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HAIKU /CLIMATE CHANGE

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Winds so fierce even

clouds avoid the twists and turns

of a world destroyed.

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RETAINING PONDS

Carshalton Upper Pond by N Chadwick is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0

The rich are the retaining wells of culture they believe.

They wear their wealth and status on their sleeves

or on their pockets front or back, across their chest,

or from their shoulder purses hanging slack.

Declaring status for all to see.

If there were no caste system there would be

no racism.

If there were no racism there would be

no climate change nor earth destruction.

For where would we put the poison men create?

Not near the wealthy classes’s gate.

They neither see nor suffer unsafe states.

Where do we bury their wealth-earned waste?

Not in Esher. Nor in St. Germain-des-Pres.

Not in Tribeca. Nor in Oud Zuid.

Not in Medina. Nor in Atherton.

Not in Port Royal. Nor in Kensington.

Not in Assiniboine Park. Nor in Port Royal.

Not in Patterson Hill. Nor in The Peak.

Not in any of the places only the rich speak

with cultured voice and true concern

for what the world has now become 

with each season’s unusual turn.

These richest places to live on this earth

are retaining ponds which only confuse

the deadline for earth’s destruction  

which we all face.

And those who have been cast aside.

who carry bottles governments provide,

or heavy jugs of polluted water

about the countryside,

from deadened rivers

and from polluted, toxic wells

live where the poorest live, unwelcome 

to live among the swells.

They live where the poorest dwell,

said to be the lower class,

and are placed among the lowest caste,

selected by race, color or birthplace.

we have no time to waste.

The retaining ponds must survive

to protect and pursue untainted water and skies,

to use their wealth to break down barriers,

to deconstruct the racist muck

they have placed us all in.

Clean air and water should be there for all.

If not, even the mighty and wealthy will fall

as earth reclaims what once was hers

an untainted world free of all humanity

and it poisonous thoughts and actions.

No racism, no caste sytem.

This I long to see. 

If only earth can survive you and me.

Retaining wells we all be.

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THE LAST DANCE

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When does thought supersede Being?

When the heart’s speed deviates

from Rhythm’s universal beat

which sets the pace of Space

with certain duration and periodic stress.

We think we know best

and reset Rhythm  and increase stress.

Too soon upset Rhythm brings cessation

instead of renewable creation.

Wind warns us in no uncertain terms

as she increases the beat of her storms.

With greater force Wind pounds her beat

against every shore, her reverberation so strong

Wind pulls Ocean up and along

where Wind’s new beat covers the skies

with Oceans cries, drowning our own.

The rhythm of Being streams in downloaded scenes

of mountains buckling under Tempo’s fall

while Desert spreads where Tree once danced

in the stately rhythm of ages past.

Discordant sound is now all around.

Too many simply turn up the sound.

After the last dance who will there still Be

to turn the lights back on so we can see?

When does thought supersede greed?

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