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LETTER TO THE YOUNG AMONG US

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Rain has ceased her assault for now,

broken records shattered faith 

in weather patterns, and how!

Streets flooded and gardens submerged.

Waves above plants crested and surged.

Climate change shows the fruitless folly

of distracted senses unable to observe

nothing that matters more

then destructive weather battering the door.

Mother Nature refuses to give up on us,

On Earth’s survival and our own.

She bellows and blows

to drive her message home.

The nihilism of our young is no surprise

as they watch all they knew of truth and honor die.

The hopefulness of youth also decries

the callow acceptance of loss

by ancient leaders who fail to count the cost

as their years surmount their reason

in their final season.

Time to allow youth its voice

and watch them lead us forward

to a better choice.

Allow youth to set aside 

the greedy old clinging to their wealth;

as if wealth, not life, is the real prize.

Stay strong young sons and daughters.

These old bones are counting on you

to laugh and love, to plant and grow

a world much better than we have left behind.

I salute you and offer you

all the wisdom you can unwind

from old codgers 

with weak limbs, but loving minds.

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FAHRENHEIT 100

Another day stowed away

behind blinds and shades.

Temperatures soar in humid waves

as power grids fail day after day.

Brave crews I toast,

working hard as they roast,

laboring on lines to restore

the comfort we take for granted.

For granted, no more

as climate alters patterns of yore.

Excessive heat drenched in storms

with wild winds galore

bearing Earth’s pain on each blow.

Too cold in Winter.Too hot in Summer.

Spring and Autumn lie low.

Earth may be restored;

but, will we remain?

Feel earth’s pain.

It is now our own.

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DARK DAYS

Is this enough for you,

these coldly dreary days

when dew frost bites

flowers bold enough

to brave the threats

of a winter not quite through?

Snow waits above 

the sky’s borders high

and falls with icy rain in tow

to warming earth down below.

Climate knows not 

which way to go.

She is confused and changeable,

grief-stricken and unreliable,

searching for freedom

amidst the rubble and dark skies,

bringing tears to those-who-love’s eyes.

This is no Arab Spring

where hope can grow.

This is a tethered Spring

driven along by bullying winds

daring anything to grow

or even survive in Mariupol,

now Finland and Sweden, too.

This is a dark cloud eclipsing the sun

where once democracy could freely run.

Is this enough for you;

or too much to bear a moment longer,

wishing we could be as brave as Ukrainians

and so much stronger ?

Is this enough for you ?

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MARCH OF SUNRISE

Confusion knocks about the yard.

Degrees climb from their beds

until Cold drops down from afar

bringing Rain and cooler heads.

Birds shelter in the pines,

chattering endlessly.

Even the Insects chant their rhymes.

Not the joyous songs of Spring

but curious verse of wondering.

Ground remains frozen with mirth

at the duplicity of Mother Earth.

Buds set on Tree and Bush.

Bulbs grudgingly against Soil push.

Forsythia is no silly fool

sensing Climate is Lord of Misrule.

She refuses yet to bloom

awaiting Snow’s futile return so cruel.

It is too soon to celebrate Winter’s demise.

This is only recess, not summer vacation.

Still, it is a lovely surprise 

to see such a glorious Sun rise.

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Busy Days

Busy days boost the sun

however faint his gaze.

No time to moan

his wandering ways

over the banks of snow.

Sun warms the heart

and soothes the soul

even when he strays

too far south

to take the time

to light our way.

Busy days ease our wait

for sun’s return

To grace us with his kiss

and hold our heart in his.

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Pretense

A life of pretense

may be the only defense

against our greatest fears.

Truth lies undercover

lest we discover

we may not survive.

Committees and newsrooms hold tight

to the knowledge

which would allow us to acknowledge

the big spenders and pretenders

of climate and democracy,

the hidden autocracy.

Pretense is a fist clutched tight

by the side

ready to fight

once fear takes flight.

Do not be fooled.

Hang tight.

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