On a Cold Winter Day,
The wind is having a field day.
The frozen pond, all covered with snow,
Looks like a salt flat in Wood Buffalo,
Streaked by the wind's cold blow,
And with the sun, it seems to glow.
The geese shouldn't be there, though!
Did they miss their flight before the snow?
Have they lost their way?
Did they change their DNA
And decided to stay,
To keep me company on this cold winter day?
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Earth Poetry
PoetryI'm a dilittante poet, as you will plainly see. But I'm versed in the language of science, and I'm alarmed by what I see. Yes, planet Earth is in peril, and the day of reckoning is near. So, I have turned to poetry, to share with you what I see, fr...
