Summer Earth Day Poems

Climate Change Haiku
by Michael R. Burch

late November:
climate skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate.



The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct
by Michael R....

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Arizona rays, filled sunlit days 
Til trembling haboob blows through.
Hazy rainbow appears
The sky drips with tears
Drenching the parched abode. 

Lizards leap, javelina’s sleep
Til the desert...

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butterflies, then bees
lavender scent fills a breeze

wakening morning...

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Oxygen saturates the skies breathing fresh air in my lungs and helium resting on my shoulders beckoning the universe to come. You can see hydrogen...

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We witnessed a wedding
of Groomed BridePassion,
Yanged Yintegrity

Groomed co-enlightened strengths
in cooperative economic space
with Bridal co-empowering flow
through sacred inter-generational time

Throughout each organically wedded network
explodes summer's green emphatic...

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Yellow is the color that attracts the eye
Yellow is the color that lights up the sky
Yellow is the feeling of warmth against your skin
Yellow is...

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Doomed is the river

Twenty years ago, the river ran 2 meters deep
had trout we caught with a net and fried over
a small fire with delicious...

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As her EarthDay drum calls out
to inside outside severance

Amid EarthTribe's gathered laughter
and sorrow,
speaking
and listening,
singing
and silent witnessing,

Earth's wealth
leaks nutritional health 
gifts sharing value with every messiah
in...

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Climate change
does nearly
but not neatly cover up
discomforting complexities
of losing polyculturally rich ecosystems
like transportive air and water
and sacred communion
of sovereign feasting nations

Not really dealing with unresolved...

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As the moon climbs high in the starry sky,
I hear the penguins in their nest cry.
The moon casts an eerie glow in the roaring ocean...

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Where is all the fuel gone to?
To fuel the raging fires in the world
Or fuel the warm and hearty fireplaces in homes….?

O! Where is all...

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Regardless of culture,
of religion,
of national residency,
of gender,
of sexuality's vast pantheistic diversity,
of hemispheric prime presidency,

When humans step out of our shelters
into a riotously gorgeous
and fresh
perfect warm...

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What does it cost
to love a degenerating Earth,
home,
habitat?

Where NO TRESPASSING signs
speak out for natural sound
defensive silence,
for spiritually medicinal fragrances
only,
in sacred space and times
forbidding mechanized transport
across...

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These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ...



The Vision of the Overseer’s Right Hand
by Michael R. Burch

“Dust to dust ...”

I stumbled, aghast,
into a valley of...

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There is a withered garden many people do not see,
They walk passing around it, very busily.
Past parched grasses, withered blooms 
Shades of tan and palest...

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