The Silent Screams of Gaia

She whirls with anger, ruckus in the wind,
defeat ripping the leaves from Her limbs, murderous

The loud groans of the heavy-engined monsters drown out the smooth
melodies of the winged choir,
the critters run blindly along the smoggy roots and stones,
their nearby comfort a distant memory
while the plants scream a silence the pierces the soul
of Her terrain

In Her own defense, She pulls the rain from the clouds,
scraping Her nails across the sky and leaving Her threats
of bright lit bolts

With a heavy downpour, She begs, She pleads through the
waves nearest to the furthest seas for the simplicity of being,
but Her sorrows go ignored and shall continue so,
for the infiltrating noise surpasses the frequency of peace
with the intention to crack Her core,

And it is then, with unfortunate delight, that She may engulf
us all into Her fiery wrath

One Hundred Degrees of Heartache

I don’t think I’ll survive here

Not with this kind of weather

Sweltering heat spread

thin like jam across my cheeks

Burnt pink

A little aloe goes a long way

but won’t take the flames from

your words, which are just as hot

Salty showers soak my forehead creases

While my furrowed brow struggles

to provide shade and understanding

to my confusion

Between you and me, I’ll be gone

by tomorrow

Like the breeze, I’ll blow through

Just enough to say I was here,

But not worth chasing

Unapologetic Winter

It bites without apologies

Stolen breaths

Cessation with a stab to the lungs

The smoke escapes your dry, cracked lips

Your eyes an icy mess

Sending a glossy tear skating down the cheek that you can’t feel

Your frigid hands fumble in the deep wells of wool

Coiled around your upper body

Jitters slither through your stiffened spine

Makes their way to the soles of your numbed feet

Smothered in the remnants of cold sugar

Without a hesitation, another biting wind

Lowering the degree to less than reasonable

Winter has come for you, my darling