Tenure, a Terza Rima Sonnet
Are our spirits that of the great Thunderbird
sowing their seeds within the powerful storm
are we just feathers afloat like useless words
slowly they float down landing within the form.
See the steamy breath rise from the buffalo
the majestic beast with his coat is quite warm.
Are you grasped by a mournful wolves howling woe
such lonely sadness during the bright full moon
or the growl of a grizzly rumbling off slow.
Did you hear screaming rain forests die last June
dropped by the millions and now gone forever.
most human's slept soundly the night they were hewn.
Mother Nature's anger is now our weather;
will we see forty below next September?
3/10/2021
While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Content
Sponsor: D.W. Rodgers
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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