Climate Change Poem by Maureen Travers

Climate Change



At first were the balmy days,
sunshine was your smile,
we generated electrical storms.

Yesterday was hot,
anger spilled like lava
down the volcano of your spite.

Now I am impaled
by your iceberg eyes,
buried in an avalanche of frozen tears.

Clouds of uncertainty
obscure our destined path,
no global warming seems forecast.

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