Age of Iced T.

…oh, it’s so dark and cold now

Underneath? The spring! (Photo by the author.)

How will we hold this cold?
Will it be with grace and ease?
Or will we feel every bite
without flight or fight or freeze?

Elsewhere we know it is warm
in places the sun has no slant.
Equatorial truth
prevents individual rant.

Globally warming — the weather —
as political Ice Ages loom.
Earth mother, please balance this hubris
and prevent human cycles of ruin.

So hold our warmth, but see
what our perspective does
when you help us remove letter g
from the protection of our gloves.

NOTE: This is the winter of human discontent. May the Earth and Sun save us from ourselves. Remove the g from that glove, and hold space in your hand with love.