Climate…

Climate Change

Walking my son to school, the shrubs
are tipped with green buds. The middle
of January, but we are all out of season
now. Memories suggest that in my own
childhood, seasons shifted in gentle
progression, warming and cooling
in their natural time. Now the time
is out of joint, or perhaps that is simply
fallible memory. I am only human,
but I fear what his future will hold.

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