Bruce Combs

The new potatoes
sit like green turtles
in their mile`long rows
late this year for flooded
fields well into spring
The farmers anxious
about their harvest

While corn which
should be knee`high
by the Fourth of July
is barely five inches high
Looks more like crab`
grass than feed`corn
ready for irrigation

Finally the heat
has found its way here
Weeds along the ditches
are starting to turn brown
despite high water levels
winter`snow spring`rain
all new records

Some call it climate change
Others say it’s all fake news


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Climate`Change

  1. irrepressible sarcasm – I love it

    Liked by 1 person

  2. It’s perspective I guess.


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