Bewildered Blooms

Hidden behind the fragility Of a sub-Antarctic archipelago, A speck of shamrock shimmers On a sea of turquoise.   Exploding into life this fleck Becomes a floating forest; Vacuous blues graffitied with Organic, dancing tones of green.   Rising white beacons of sediment Carried on clandestine currents, Breathing new life into This aquatic wasteland.   … Read more

When Will We Stop?

When will we stop to think of what we do? We treat this land as if it is our own; Then all of our mistakes start to accrue, With consequences steady and unknown.   The Arctic is not out there all alone, Sea ice protects us with its whitish hue; Without it Earth would sink … Read more

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