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.
Tag: Sunshine
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.