Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /91

Weather

March 24, 2025

A poem by Michael Hawkes

The rain gods, the wind gods, the sea gods are angry.
It scares us to witness the wrath they display.
The cloud gods gather to smother the sunlight
as industrious humans throw caution away.

The languorous tropics have dealt with their cyclones.
The northlands are ice-bound and frozen in place.
We shiver and shake in the depths of our bones
but is anyone feeling a shred of disgrace?

The animals, birds, in fact all creatures suffer
with life support systems in complete disarray.
We have transgressed the boundaries, borders and buffers
yet continue to toss all our carbon away.

Will mankind learn that we’re part of a system
that supports us and feeds us and wants us to stay?
Or will we succumb to the whims of the weather
and our dinosaur greed at the end of the day?

15/05/24 – Hawkes

Feature image: Frank Cone – Pexels

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