We fret over it
That image on the tube
Spouting out daily travesties
Prepping for advertising interlude
Will the World end?
Our exhaust pipes will tell
Dead fish on the shore
Just one more smell
But we can be grateful
Deniers abound
To add in humor
To the quiet coming round
Soon the screen will be blank
And no tear left to shed
Buildings all vacant
Nothing left to dread
Poem ...Silent Spring
It is Spring
Leaves are brown
Dead bees litter the ground
I dig for roots
To save the day
For a short time anyway
Never thought
This could bring
Rachel Carson's Silent Spring
Poem...Suppose
Suppose there is no tomorrow
Not another day to borrow
Death like a thief in the night
Leaving you with sorrow
Did I do my best to love you
And when the day is through
Will your days continue brightly
Will our love continue true
The World continues turning
And skies continue blue
Just know how much I love you
When this time on Earth is through
