We are changing the climate, we lack empathy for our world, our future, each other, we are sure to make our mother’s weep and our Mother Earth’s tears will either bring us back or not…

For January’s Soul

Yesterday a moist breeze of summer
Interrupted winter’s hold as an affront
To coolness, to dry, to what we expect
Of January’s soul
And although we lean from the sun
It warms us still
As if a mother’s love is endless
And no matter how
We stray we are brought back
To summer by the warm
Moist breeze of tears
For the cold of January’s soul