Slashing through dark clouds,
as an alien spaceship,
emblazons earth, sun.
Shooting star
Tag: poetry
Chosen path
Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.
Denial
Bush fire-smoked sunsets?
Weather on hormonal spell.
Climate change… What now?
Imagine
Climate revival,
political sanity—
dream on, you’re free to.
When humans are gone…
Like moaning witches
with stretching skin, dragging robes,
sea beds, years later.
