Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Poem for a stormy night.

September Green 2020


The gale of November,

comes in September.

For it was global warming,

that caused the storming.


With every passing year,

the weather gets stranger.

But still many say;

there isn't any danger.


A few cry real loud; this can not be.

Even as fire leaps from tree to tree.


We have to stop sticking, our heads in the sand.

We have to take action, to save our home land.


The fact is the weather,

has gotten quite odd.

Even if you dismiss this,

with a casual nod.


Places will still be flooding and sinking,

while the wealth laugh and keep on drinking.

 


Sunday, September 20, 2020

Looking Forward

September Blue.     2020


What joy is there with doom over my head,

each dawn is a fight to get out of bed.


Years of stress have tired me to the core,

its not just one hard day that has me sore.


There is no desire to start something new,

because I dont expect to see it through.


Worries about tomorrow plague me today,

they quietly fester and wont go away.