31st of March

Don’t mind me, I am just standing here with my cat, 

breathing in the scent of rain kissing parched earth. 

Gazing with wonder as each bolt of lightning silhouettes the trees, 

and the leaves glisten with joy, smiling back at the dancing clouds.

Summer rain

They clouds make an intense gray canvas, 

and yet they paint the earth with strokes of rain.

We see what happens to the ground, we smell the fragrant joy. 

But I wonder what happens on the cloud when raindrops form, 

what art happens on the dark side.

Dry leaves rushing across the street, 

like teens for a concert.

The breeze urging me to fly, knowing I cannot if I tried. 

The rain cloaking me from this teasing, caressing my brow, 

saying it’s alright.

Climate Action

Watching pebbles that water has disowned,

on a parched dry river bed.

Butterflies dancing in sunflower blooms next to highways, 

with diesel fumes dropping dead.

We humans with our arrogance, 

keep believing this is just ours, in our head.

#ClimateAction

No recourse

The proud full moon tangled in her hair,
helpless but to slide along each strand,
spinning gold.

Some of the cheeky moonlight,
Snuck a kiss on her brow where I wanted to,
if truth be told.

The moon was caught, and so was I.
No recourse, but to sigh.