A Limited Shelf Life
Within the frothy sprays and barren seas, Atop the very apex of our Earth, Anomalies are stirring in the breeze; Instead of mapping the expected
Sea Ice
Unwanted Feedback
Sunbeams two-step over white blankets Gliding painlessly between worlds, Then stray too close to the edge Where looming Arctic waves Trap their latent heat; Ending
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