Tuesday, September 03, 2019

September


Tumble of buds when leaves blush hues.
Summer brides and grooms imbue
the Harvest Sun's mantle.

Rain dampens tender
as maternity's kiss.
Life dishevels its hair.

The crisp scent of bark,
carried by clement wind,
assents air's clarity.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Fire This Time


The crab's girdle fastens tight and the fire this time stops breath.
Wheezing poets cough up spiritless ash not verse.

Amazon's crown fires glow infernal
as composed blue blood flows formal.
Abattoir sans souci douses alarm in tranquil
appeal to the practical grace of technology.

The Amazon still burns.
Buy Oxygen tank shares
and profit off the prescribed
sharecropping of fresh air.

In every holocaust there's opportunity.
Let it burn, strangle billions to death,
to rake up greener leaves with impunity.

Yes, darling, the Amazon is burning,
but will our world ever stop turning?