Climate Change
Each wave unique
Like the first
Of its’ kind
To come ashore
Like the first
Of its’ kind
To come ashore
I read your writing
Fires are lit
In the silence
Of an empty beach
Fires are lit
In the silence
Of an empty beach
Empty as far as I can see
Dark clouds gather
Rain begins to fall
Soaks the earth
And the garments I wear
The moisture is welcome
For it has been three years
Since the last rainfall
This spring will be greener
Sunbeams shine through the raindrops
The world sparkles
In gratitude
Dark clouds gather
Rain begins to fall
Soaks the earth
And the garments I wear
The moisture is welcome
For it has been three years
Since the last rainfall
This spring will be greener
Sunbeams shine through the raindrops
The world sparkles
In gratitude
14 comments:
I love the fires lit on the empty shore, and gratitude for the rain. Here, in the rainforest, we now get hardly any rain, a huge sign of climate change, and a worry. Loved your poem, my friend.
I like the optimism here - looking forward to that 'greener' spring.....thinking metaphorically, I do hope it is true!
Everyone in the Southwest is grateful for this year's rain. The looming question is: Will it ever rain again? That's what climate change does for us: leaves us uncertain, wondering.
I think we are seeing something much wetter here as well... maybe we will not have drought this summer...
I love the optimism in this poem and pray for better days .. sigh
There’s nothing quite like unique waves and the silence of an empty beach, Annell, and I love the lines:
‘Sunbeams shine through the raindrops
The world sparkles
In gratitude’.
rains are always such a blessing, a lovely poem of deep gratitude
Ah yes i luv the gracious response of the earth to the rain
Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday
Much💚love
What a lovely poem. I like the gratitude of the earth.
It is a pity someone can't just say "Stop" to mankind who has gone too far trashing the planet and upsetting the cycle of life just to profit a few without any thought of the future. In the desert the rain may be welcome but throughout the world we are experiencing unusual weather behaviour...thatis probably our fault.
The shortened statement/lines are very compelling. Though there is rain (at last) and there is gratitude, the (somewhat mechanical) lines serve to imbue the piece with a something-is-not-quite-right vibe. (Rather like those horror movies where everything seems fine - but the audience knows better.
It's a beautiful poem. I really like the last stanza. To me it seems like a metaphor, but I could be wrong...
Good gratitude.
Love, “the gratitude of the earth.”
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