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Climate Haiku Poems

Mayday

Wind slinks on the ground

It’s unseasonably cold

May should be bright, warm

Full of buds and flowers

Not this bleak, cold, gray howler

Is it climate change?

Perhaps.

Or maybe the weather

Is a reflection of my own mood.

By mshipstory

Hi!

I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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