Greetings, dear Toads. Welcome to the third day of our Poems in April challenge.
Some weeks ago, people were absolutely delighted about the freakishly warm weather dancing around the Northeast region of the US. I won’t lie—I, too, smiled at the feeling of spring in the middle of winter. But after speaking to a few friends who grow fruit trees, my smiles vanished. They are worried about the effects the unseasonably warm weather will have on their trees.
I’ve been thinking about the exchange quite a bit, wondering what the barren plants might be feeling, who would be on the receiving end of their sense of loss and outrage, what they might say if they could speak to us…
So, for today’s challenge, I invite you to write a new poem from the point of view of a grieving plant whose sprouts were just killed as a result of climate change.
we push the sap through
spring’s false call provokes budding
only death awaits
napowrimo 3/30
Grim and true. So much work gone to waste. It’s heartbreaking… and infuriating.
Indeed it is and more so because of our complicity.
I love “spring’s false call” – wonderful.
Thank You. It fell into my lap.
Spring is often quite the deceiver.
So very true.
Death awaits the trees too eager to bloom.
Their eagerness was in earnest but spring had told them a lie.
I love ‘spring’s false call’ – such an apt image.
Thank You Sanaa
Succinctly put. Well said.
Thank You.
So true.. the trees are so eager and easily fooled.
Spring tricked them.
Oh, that absolutely nails it!
Thank You Rosemary.
That last line was intense. This was an intensely well crafted haiku.
Thanks Rommy
The perfect haiku for what we have experienced this year.