L Milton Hankins Poet Quatrain

Weather Is Changing

When skies are crystal clear and cloudless
The sun is mercilessly like a blast furnace,
Signs of cyclical global warming doubtless
And enough of it will undoubtedly turn us
Into a freaky-tanned species, or cancerous.

Makes me wonder what the future holds
Portending climate change is getting worse
Every seasonal change a new crisis unfolds,
And it appears they are becoming perverse
Floods, fires, tornadoes, hurricanes a curse.

Summers are hotter -- winters are colder
Seems many storm signs are unpredictable,
While weather patterns are getting bolder
Bringing conditions ever so undesirable,
Meaning more than merely uncomfortable.

Obviously, we have little control over this --
We haven’t the means to change the weather
With forecasters it is often a hit or a miss,
One thing’s certain, we’re all in this together,
And we must learn to cope, come whatever.

Written August 9, 2022
[Rhyme scheme ababb]

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Caren Krutsinger August 12, 2022 at 9:07 PM I am glad that we have not surpassed this yet "We haven’t the means to change the weather" - could you imagine if we could change the weather?

Terry Flood August 9, 2022 at 4:36 PM Only a complete numpty would doubt your words, Milt. However, the met office recently announced that we only have records going back 100 years. So it’s always possible that we’re in a 200 year cycle and global cooling will arrive sooner or later. Of course ‘they’ can’t tax us on that… so we stick with ‘Global Warming’ Terry Flood August 10, 2022 at 12:30 AM You might be interested to read my poem ‘Climate Change’, Milt. I don’t deny climate change but I do wonder how everything that occurs EVER means ‘more tax please’. I plan to repost that poem shortly but in the meantime just use the POEMS tab and type in ‘Stegosaur’. My poem begins… Long ago upon the shore. Terry L Milton Hankins August 9, 2022 at 6:35 PM Interesting, Terry, because my best friend argues exactly the same thing! As I tell him, I'm concerned about the now, because I won't be around to see the cooling cycle! (chuckling)