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Some Future?

With our conditional sunshine,
and smoke-filtered rain,
we alter nature's colours and 
flush our future down the drain.

See our choking oceans
and there's no expanding ice
we harvest shrinking forests
beneath El Nino skies.

Cars, cars and still more cars
designed to feed our yearning
no problems to the planet as 
they are catalytically burning.

The fish are going, tigers too
let's make haste to the moon
for it will be our only refuge
if we don't do something soon.

Prose for Spring

The days linger longer now
And the extra light is optimistic
Buds and new grass dare to show
And the chills of winter leave.

The seasons' cycle moves the warmth
Of spring and summer nearer
And the power of renewal shines out
And there's purpose in our stride.

Cold times do have a meaning for us
For our lives need the balance
Of greens and blues in sunshine
So we can revel in the difference.

Our Tilting Planet

The days linger longer now
And the extra light is optimistic
Buds and new grass dare to show
And the chills of winter leave.

The seasons' cycle moves the warmth
Of spring and summer nearer
And the power of renewal shines out
And there's reason in our stride.

Cold times do have a meaning for us 
For our lives need the balance
Of greens and blues in sunshine
So we can revel in the difference.

Rosalind Revisited II

Some sunshine with blue in the sky
On this day I come again
To a cemetery the other side of town
To where you lived.

There's a picture on your headstone
It's in colour and clearly shows
Your reddish hair and curls
And eyes that know everything.

For some reason you were nominated to leave us early
Not to follow the usual paths of life
We lost your gifts to our society
You were never someone's wife.