Tag: hurricanes

  • PORTEND

    PORTEND

    I saw a death’s head in the clouds
    with gaping maw and vacant eyes
    this morning as I walked my dog.
    I gave up portends long ago
    letting drink and daydreams go
    to choose instead right here, right now.
    But these clouds gave me pause.
     
    Helene passed us headed north
    slammed towns and hollows in the hills
    displaced the gentle mountain folk.
    A hundred people lost their lives
    in flooding never seen before
    the land I thought I knew so well
    became a soaked and battered shell.
     
    This earth no longer seems benign
    when storm and fire and flood abound.
    Volcanos spew and earthquakes shake
    we stand no more on solid ground. 
    With plastic waste from shore to shore
    man’s greed continues wanting more.
    Despite earth’s message loud and clear
    that she no longer wants us here.