Since February’s
been such a puzzle can we
expect something else from March?
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March has ever been
a famed harbinger of change;
maybe this year, for the best?
Since February’s
been such a puzzle can we
expect something else from March?
~
March has ever been
a famed harbinger of change;
maybe this year, for the best?
As days grow longer;
vacillate ‘tween hot and cold,
what but flowers grow confused?
~
The whole planet knows
something’s up except for those
whose motto is “deny and die”.
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Why can they not see
That they are changing climates
when they build climates of fear?
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Those who build climates
of fear have a vision of
control, not of sight.
Should we be ready
for inclement weather if
climate change deniers win?
~
Rough seas and strong winds
will buffet many dreams and
tatter our prosperity.
What does poetry
have to offer to a world
in such dire need?
~
Though poetry can’t
change the world’s great need, it can
change the way the need’s perceived.
As the leaves begin
to change, might we imitate
nature and change too?
~
Is this our time to
wither upon the stem and
fall into winter’s embrace?
How do we shift gears
when we’re stuck in park and can’t
seem to get moving?
~
Perhaps shifting gears
is simply insufficient.
Maybe we need to switch cars.
Even though we know
nothing is permanent, what
is it that makes change so hard
~
Taking a new road
always seems to take more time
than the old, well traveled path.
As days shorten and
weather cools, how long before
we miss the heat of summer?
~
When it grows cold and
we lose electricity,
you can bet we’ll miss the heat.
If you had a chance
to make a real difference,
where would you begin?
~
Every one of us
will make a real difference
in all the lives that we touch.
When lives fall apart,
how do we reconcile
what is with what was?
~
Sometimes willingness,
courage, and grace are all we
have to see us through.
When reason fails and
bluster holds sway, how can we
make a difference?
~
Bend while the gale blows,
Knowing that the breeze will pass.
Rigid trunks will be broken.
When we so yearn for
solid ground, what will help us
on this uneven terrain?
~
For a species born
in trees, unused to ground,
surely comfort can be found.