Rye Road Waiting
Three weeks have passed since I proclaimed the arrival of autumn: far too precipitate.
Rye Road Warming
We are waiting for trees
to turn golden, we are waiting
for days to cool us down: It's October
and too warm still.
That greenhouse effect
must have swallowed
the hype: "Think globally,
act locally."
Rye Road is waiting.
Rye Road Warming
We are waiting for trees
to turn golden, we are waiting
for days to cool us down: It's October
and too warm still.
That greenhouse effect
must have swallowed
the hype: "Think globally,
act locally."
Rye Road is waiting.
posted by Aisha | 2:38 AM
3 Comments:
Good. Provocative twist on the global/local cliché.
It's the same here. October in Scotland, and outside the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and we haven't had the heating on since May.
and what about light, K? It's warm here, too, but the days are shorter.
I like how you dealt with it in your poem.
Too warm, indeed. Here it's 11:00PM and the temperature is
81 °F / 27 °C. People are mopping their brows and wondering will the cool weather ever come?
Surely your weather has turned by now, and we can expect a poem on the autumn chill? To cool me vicariously?
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