Listen — a poemette about Climate Change

LISTEN

There is a great unease in the land.

The ginkgo shed its tears of gold

last night, November 24 it was, the

age-old communal obeisance to its

surrounds, root systems and their

fungal networks continuing to fortify

together with next of kin,  in the presence

of change in the air. The oldest living fossil

stirs.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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