Warming
An
hour
before
dawn, so brittle and parched,
mother
earth
like
sandpaper this dry winter morning.
Nature
thirsts
in
anguish before the sun has even made her daily appearance.
There
are those who would deny
the
evidence of global warming, though the signs are all around us,
giving
fair warning,
screaming
in near-agony from the gasping throats of continuous drought.
The
view
in
the distance a familiar one, and yet not…
still
the middle of winter,
this
third week in February, not a white-capped mountain anywhere in sight.
~~~
First published in Full of Crow
April 22, 2014
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