Today the Coast Range wrapped itself in sleet
and Sylvan Ridge was dusted white with snow,
commuters crawling safe but turtle-slow.
It’s late March; winter still won’t sound retreat
and spring draws near on hesitating feet,
too weak to make the older season go—
while round the world, the climate records show
we’re suffering a rise in global heat.
From orbit, Earth is blue as peacock feathers.
It’s wrapped in oceans eyed with hurricanes,
a shaken snowglobe full of heavy weather,
laced with jet-stream turbulence. The storms
that rip the coasts to shreds and shatter panes
are just the planet breathing as it warms.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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10 comments:
in the event that this is true??? who or what are we blaming the extinction of the ice age on?????
i think we are pretty darn lucky the planet has maintained a reasonably livable climate as long as it has in light of the extreme climate changes it has undergone in the past.
i loved the poem.. it is just the subject matter that has become the proverbial thorn in my side....
It's true.
Wake me up in time for Spring
I like your stance on this subject.
That's pretty well the way I feel too.
Well said! Another great poem!
You are such an expert at sonnets! You never let the rhyme get in the way. It's just natural. Loved it!
another beautiful poem... the last line was perfect...
Lovely, as always. I'm looking forward to spring - the snow keeps falling here, too.
This poem is great-- I'm going to muse on it for my 2/30 in the thirty poems in thirty days...
Good words!
wow--quite impressive! great rhymes, and i esp love the image of the earth as peacock feather blue. really great.
A such beauty of words and imagery in something so topical !!
Particularly loved :
It’s late March; winter still won’t sound retreat
and spring draws near on hesitating feet,
too weak to make the older season go—"
conjures up such a lovely picture.
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