They fall to earth
& fish wash up on shore

Winter fire: breathing & coughing
The dry forest smokes & crackles

A clutter of destruction
elsewhere amaryllis bloom

North, South, East, West, deluge—
Floods will change our diet

Worse than drought no crops
planted on flooded plains

In my home-town next to the bay
prediction of a 1.1 feet rise by 2050

I wish to think of other things
& buy a ring of pink morganite

Summer brings a mockingbird who
sings & rises up, wings flash in our pine

We listen and watch for his display
everyday. It makes us smile!

He circles our property sits imitating
songs & flashes in the magnolias

Down by the lagoon before
Returning to the greenest pine

Mockingbird aggression chases away
Playful scrub jays, woodpeckers &

Sparrows who inhabit our trees
Wish he’d scare those raucous crows

Then one day, two days, five, no more
Mockingbird song. He must have flown on

It’s so very quiet his loud voice, his song