They fall to earth
& fish wash up on shore
Winter fire: breathing & coughing
The dry forest smokes & crackles
A clutter of destruction
elsewhere amaryllis bloom
North, South, East, West, deluge—
Floods will change our diet
Worse than drought no crops
planted on flooded plains
In my home-town next to the bay
prediction of a 1.1 feet rise by 2050
I wish to think of other things
& buy a ring of pink morganite
Summer brings a mockingbird who
sings & rises up, wings flash in our pine
We listen and watch for his display
everyday. It makes us smile!
He circles our property sits imitating
songs & flashes in the magnolias
Down by the lagoon before
Returning to the greenest pine
Mockingbird aggression chases away
Playful scrub jays, woodpeckers &
Sparrows who inhabit our trees
Wish he’d scare those raucous crows
Then one day, two days, five, no more
Mockingbird song. He must have flown on
It’s so very quiet his loud voice, his song