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Climate change Early autumn, sun’s reticence, too much rain. Dying roses fall in clusters as fungus pools in gardens, wetness levening the green. Frozen mist tightens the air as earth exhales upwards into a wet bowl of pale sky, fluid haze heavy with elements, molecues of water swept into the gray. When did autumn come gently, casting its shadow on an empty bench ? When did the coolness of air feel refreshing after summer’s heat ? Seasons, now violent as war have overcome the world with drastic inondation, acid rain, toxic mud. How can we look at sunset’s volatile sky without fear of tomorrow ?
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Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 6:03 AM UTC
Climate Change
Climate change Early autumn, sun’s reticence, too much rain. Dying roses fall in clusters as fungus pools in gardens, wetness levening the green. Frozen mist tightens the air as earth exhales upwards into a wet bowl of pale sky, fluid haze heavy with elements, molecues of water swept into the gray. When did autumn come gently, casting its shadow on an empty bench ? When did the coolness of air feel refreshing after summer’s heat ? Seasons, now violent as war have overcome the world with drastic inondation, acid rain, toxic mud. How can we look at sunset’s volatile sky without fear of tomorrow ?
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Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 6:03 AM UTC
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