Poetry Blogs (warming)
Jane Briganti on Loss (3 hours ago)
Jane Briganti on Goodbye My Friend (3 hours ago)
When the westerly winds and wet came storming
How come they said "It's global warming"?
On high ground in the snow and sleeting
Why so quick with "global heating"?
In January sixteen sixty one
Samuel Pepys (yes, that's the one)
Wrote of dusty lanes and flies
That seemed to fill the winter skies
No peep from Sam why flies were swarming
No word from him of global warming...
Sunday 9th March 2014 3:55 pm