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CICADAS

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Cicadas are singing an age-old announcement.

In six weeks the first frost will replace,

at least for some small time and space,

humid-heavy heated air 

and gasps for breath

with a cool-crisp 

galloping pronouncement

that Summer passes over to Autumn

all responsibility 

to foster human civility.

It has been a tough time this summer.

Climate change disordered earth’s coasts

with rising oceans and in-land flows,

a drenched earth policy

to point out the fallacy

of carbon overload.

Fire’s rages grow stronger.

We cannot ignore any longer

the impact of humanity

which seems to clasp insanity

as an entitled mother-load

to wealth and power.

Greed has become

the man of the hour.

while most of us simply strive

to find someway to survive.

The earth belongs to all, not some.

With stately haste Winter comes.

We have little faith Winter will grace

the earth with a surcease of worry.

Worry mounts with each snow flurry.

Earth shall eventually find balance.

Hopefully, we shall earn similar allowance.

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WHERE HAVE THE BUTTERFLIES GONE?

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Hydrangeas move as if on a breeze.

A breeze of bees moving flower to flower

across lime green, blue and pink.

Across ruby red and native plants

their flowers do a pretty dance.

On this hot, dry day I watch bees play.

But, where have the butterflies gone?

They did not appear this year.

The yard is awash in colorful blooms

In past years butterflies found plenty of room

to feast and sleep a moment or two.

Butterfly bushes and  butterfly weeds,

native plants and other species

await their return in sad revery.

I ask everyone I know,

“have you seen a butterfly this year?”

The answer is always a baffled, “No.”

Where did all the butterflies go?

And, will they ever return ?

Who knows? Like lovers spurned,

they may have found another garden

to replace my own. 

I can only hope so, as I mourn

a topsy-survey world grown too warm.

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Wheat and War

Bread is life.

Ukrainian wheat

Feeds the world.

Fields plowed.

Seed sowed

While bombs fall

On fertile earth

Watered now

By chemical rain?

War kills.

Not for hours,

Nor days and weeks;

But, for months and years

Or even decades.

Another Chernobyl looms

Over wheat fields

And their children,

Young and old,

Hungry and waiting.

I grow cold

Fearing more, contemplating

Famine and war.

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