climate change poems

summer rain

as the grass leapt gloriously, at the wounded sky
oh blessed green goddess lying awake
Perhaps in wait of when,
an old romance could escalate
into vales, green shrubs, forests domain

and thus the old leaves lying
in arms of the grass spake, of the trees above
their message, of the winds they told to the grass
in their dying days
slowly withering form the greens to grays
leaves spake in their dying days

it was then , in glossy greens vale, that the souls
of dead butterflies remained afloat....
across the flowery graves, their spirits came
every day to celebrate the memory of a rainy day

oh floating trees, ecstatic delight
tingling thy every incline
if this isn't divine
then what is ?
making love to the winds
these tree and the rain,
sway in orgasmic light

oh flowers, what renewed delight
do you see, as you bloom effervescently every time
the sun peeks behind his benign disguise
to perhaps embrace the moons darker side