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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.

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Climate Haiku Poems Poetry

Chasing Sunsets

My car climbs the road

To find a spot over the trees

And all the houses

Just to catch a glimpse

Of fraying clouds burnished gold

Slashed over mountains

A sunset, bright and bleeding

It’s a reminder

Things that might seem torn

Or damaged or shredded

Are still achingly beautiful

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Climate Haiku Poetry

Signs of Spring

A bruised sky looming

Black tinged and brushed with purple

Pink blossoms stare up

Incandescent

Mouths open, waiting for rain

The sky takes a breath

And the bruise darkens

Droplets slip down the window

Tracing tears on the glass

Angry, the clouds harden

Tears change to sideways torrents

Drowning the flowers

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Climate Haiku Poetry

Ocular Pigmentation

I stare up

Green trees haloed by a cornflower sky

The bristles of their green brush

Sway back and forth, propelled by the wind

The tree tips are haloed by a brightness

It casts a relief about them, outlining and softening their coarse edges

That Aura I see is a trick of the eye and the light.

And probably has some fancy name.

Like Ocular pigmentation.

But to me, here in the wilderness.

It’s magic.

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Climate Haiku Poetry

Beautiful Mundane

Crawling into work

The sky stretching over me

Blue and crisp and cold

Bathing the mountains

In its icy teal beauty

It’s mundanity

Makes it all more beautiful

But…I creep inside

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Climate Haiku Poetry

Ice Queen

Spring is so fickle

Last week she stretched her arms, yawning

We were in her glow

Yet this week she left

Crawling under a blanket of snow

Underground with Hades

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Climate Current Events Haiku Poetry

Rising

Everything’s Rising.

Coastal waters are rising

Taxes are rising

Inflation…rising

My age is rising too, but

That’s not your problem

But, it has been said

With every action comes an

Equal reaction

If everything is rising…

Will we rise as a community?

Or, will we all fall?

By which I mean fail

To acknowledge hard truths

and take action?

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Climate Education Poetry Teaching

Snowballs

Snow brings the trouble

The kids smell change in the air

Their noses upturned

Minds whirring with plots

It begins innocently

A white rush of air

A splash of cold snow

Suddenly, it’s a frenzy

Mounds crisscross the yard

Showering the kids

All with red noses and smiles

Hands cold and frozen

Rejoicing in the weather

Until the adults swarm in

To end the melee

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Climate Haiku Poetry

Gray

Blistering morning

Snow soaking our clothes like rain

Car covered in ice

We step, bleary eyed

Sleep floating off our bodies

In the bitter cold

And pretend to go along

As a normal day

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Climate Current Events Poetry

Snow

A free write on weather

The energy on the road is static

Cars, dusted with powder, crawl along. Their drivers shivering from the stress.

They drive slow, outside of lanes they can no longer see. Erratic in the storm.

As humans we’ve bent nature to our will. Covered mountains with tar and pitch, extracted salt to return back to the curated roads that our cars crawl on like ants.

But nature fights back.

Ice lays underneath the beauty of new snow, stickier than tar, slicker than glass.

Invisible. Silent. Lurking.

Laying in wait because nature knows we have to be to work.

Humans are, after all, predictable. We have to go to work to keep our jobs to buy the gas that drives our cars that pays the taxes to fix the holes in the road after every winter.

We can’t shirk responsibility because there aren’t enough plows.

There aren’t by the way.

So all we can do on this icy road is marvel at the beauty of nature and drive slow because we fear her. We take a deep breath when our car begins to sway.