On a freezing cold night
we wait for the stars
but clouds have stolen them
just as the songbirds are now gone at dawn
so the stars hide from our death spilling lives
As the planet warms
nature shuns us
and hope is lost
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
If every man is an island and each woman too,
what of rising tides and the oncoming sea?
Icebergs drop into frigid waters releasing their fresh water load
corals bleach and die, damaging encircling protective reefs
plastics pervade our ocean to clog, choke and kill.
A tsunami of ill news, a tempest of emotions.
The tide is coming in,
where is your causeway?
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 