Climate Change
Dawn to dawn now flying fast
Only the darkest coldest nights
Do I look to every cycle and savor to the last.
When all the ghosts of past are frozen
Friends and lovers lost and chosen
Recycled, neatly folded into downy blankets molded.
The thaws instead I dread
When cruelly cracking melt and mull of ice like spice to rains
That fades and muddles in my soul the little that remains.
Copyright © Jody Cutler | Year Posted 2016
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