Poems About the Environment
How much, in a person, can there be,
demonic demons and benefactor angels.
For without, the balance of today's world
Gusts of wind fly past the house
Large gray puffs roll in
Drip drip drip on the roof
And then the puddles begin
We tramp through her woods, her fields, her mountains
Covering her beauty with concrete
This angelic land
Life in its simplest form
We destroy it to keep us safe and warm
Killing off what helped us survive
The birds song
singing years of our symphony
the history of us
a view more daunting than our minds can accept
One Dead Tree
Brown threads hold down against
One blue gray linen sky
bleached dead and dry by the
Heat
The simple sayings seem stuck inside
like a bird in a cage
I need a moment to retrieve them