I scent the autumn rain,
Comforting. The same
Rain as fell
As when I was a younger man.
Yet nature’s plan
For, although the rain
Is as wet
That the seasons grow confused
And I am bemused
By this warmer weather.
Yes the rain
But increasing storm
Weather, warns of climate change.
So many disdain
The life-giving rain
For a sunny day.
On hearing the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
Or, on looking up to the great sky
And feeling purifying water upon my face,
Give thanks for this green place,
And the flowers that in such profusion sprout,
And pray that we can avoid a drought.
I sit here
In the autumn of my year
And my voice raise
Of the god of progress.
That robotic bees
Are on their way
But I know that the seas
The temperature is relatively normal for the time of year
(Although autumn has been unusually hot).
I shall enjoy it while it lasts
For more storm blasts
And weather hot
Are on the way.
I heard an ostridge say,
With his head in the sand,
“You must understand
That climate change isn’t true,
Those experts are all lieing to you!”.
The weather will grow hotter my ostridge friend
However much you may pretend
Is, is not.
I shall enjoy this autum day
And think on how nature does the forest floor dress
In fallen leaves, and think on progress
But towards what
I know not.
Yet hope is the last thing to die
Have faith that we may overrule
Who believes not
That the world is getting hot.
The above article reminds me of my poem “Melting Ice”:
“Under the once-solid ice sheet
A Demon some persist
In maintaining does not exist.
Deep in his throat, he rumbles;
And humanity stumbles
As yet another ice sheet crumbles”.
(“Melting Ice” can be found in “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG).