Crazy Weather… just who’s the crazy one around here?
They say you never know yourself if you’re going crazy… perhaps it seems those around you are tho ones who are really crazy.
We call this weather crazy, but aren’t we really the crazy ones for not recognising it for what it is, and indeed really basically fucking batshit crazy for letting it happen without doing anything useful to stop or slow it, and in fact being the cause of it all…. and all the time knowing that it’s going to come back and not just bite us on the arse, but beat the shit out of us, till any sense we have left will be knocked out of us.
The Reaping of Disdain
Pink blossoms add extra beauty
To an autumnal almond tree:
Orange and auburn leaves left
Before falling with the frost
At least formally expected
If it arrives as it did normally in
Sun and clear sky
Seem apt background to marvel
At young walnuts dotted on a
Bare-leaved tree, wondering if we
Will get a second harvest this year.
Like the oilmen grinning as the
Ice melts for their machines to
Begin drilling without awaiting
We reap the short-term
Gains until the true harvest of
Our disdain, ignorance, apathy
Ripens in silent screaming of
Ecosystems stretched to snapping.
Posted on December 28, 2020, in Ecology, nature, poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and tagged autumn, climate, climate breakdown, climate change, crazy, crazy weather, distain, drill, ecosystems, fall, flowers, fossil fuels, frost, grapes of wrath, harvest, ignorance, insane, leaves, melt, November, oil, oil drilling, oilmen, pityless, pitylessness, ripe, ripen, seasons, silent screaming, silent spring, spring, wallnut, weatehr, winter. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.