Lighthearted At The End of the World

Ed: I’m researching one or more works on climate fiction –CliFi–that will tiptoe through a increasingly alarming future. In the process, I’m finding some previous works that, while dark, are also windows into the subject. So, to brighten your day, here are two:

A Song on the End of the World

BY CZESLAW MILOSZ

On the day the world ends|
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,

By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,

A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,

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WONDERING WEATHER??

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Weatherman
Doesn’t Know

Shower (haiku)

Caught, I am running
to find shelter beneath trees
Raindrops from above

Raining haiku

Soft, warm and gentle
getting wet doesn’t matter
as the water falls

Precipitation haiku

Soft pitter patter
Summer rain falls from the sky
Fragrant petrichor

Typhoon 7

Why don’t you come back?
The day is not yet dawning,
The sun has yet to start shining,
And as far as I’m concerned,
There’s no evidence it ever will.
So why not come back to bed?

Why don’t you come back?
Dark grey clouds still cover the sky
Which has been sobbing since yesterday,
And shows no sign of stopping soon.
Mother Nature is under the weather,
So why not call in sick today?

Clouds

The four corners of  the sky
are suffocated with clouds

The Big Black Storm

Windstorms have battered my life for days, treble the rain,
tintinnabulation on the streets, a highway roaring like a sea of heaves
of grimness, mornings glamsy, murdered pink some dawns, strewn
with hoods and caps and umbrellas, and the grey swallows up
the goldfinches’ wings, the stellar jay sky, it’s hidden somewhere above.

HAIKU: CLOUD RIDE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it hits my window

High Hilled Moor

Fog rose out of the valley
Where Hoar Oak Water runs
Swarmed up onto our hill path
Rose further to blot the sun

HAIKU: I’LL STAY SUNNY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Gray And So Gloomy

HAIKU: WEATHER’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Weather’s wrath came

#Tanka: Scorching

Scorching summer sun

 

Throws shadows on hot pavement

Feeding Frenzy

Morning

Sunny new day

Intense heat once again

Love birds feeding furiously

Sunny

Photo by Linda Rose

Looking for a sunny day
amidst the drops of rain.
I know the sun shines brightly
above the clouds of gray.

So let it burn and break through,

Parch

Parch

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The sun bakes the land

Blinding,fierce,parching its path

Oh Rain!

Heavy rain pours in the morn of two to four,

Warm air lifting the clouds dropped the temperature.

Drip drop drip drop on the roof,

Sounded like a hypnotizing sooth.

Woke up to fresh misty air,

Hastily made a visit to my garden,

Windy days

Wind in my hair
and wind in my face
It’s blowing me round
and all over the place

The beach and me

And on the beach last evening
hoping for some sun
I planned to have a beer
when my working day was done
Just one little problem
and I’m not trying to lay blame
But when I got there last evening
the sky was full of rain

Daisy

In between the buttercups
Daisies in a throng
Suggesting that the summer
has finally come along

Fickle and change

The morning was fragile
it could break any time
A heaviness up there
though it started out fine

Morning braved the day

 

Morning braved the day
and cracked a feeble grin
painting in the eastern sky
a band of yellow, thin

Damp

 

A damp morning’s followed
by a damp afternoon
It’s the dampest it’s been
since the damp days of June
It’s damp in the garden
and damp on the street
It’s damp everywhere
It’s a dampness complete

Awaken Me

She walked outside the air sacristy quiet

The sky as black as a devils soul

Bulging heavy and foreboding

Sooty clouds churned and rolled

Buckling with aqueous weight

She hugged herself tight

Weatherman’s a fibber

 

It’s not supposed to be raining
‘Cos the man on the TV last night
Stood there and pointed to sunshine
And said it would be lovely and bright

Encouraging the sun

 

Fragile and fleeting
a delicate sun
Kissed a few flowers
and then it was done

Hiding behind
a dark wall of grey
It bid me farewell
and was gone for the day

A very English conversation

 

“It’s a cooler day, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, but yesterday
was great for me as I prefer
the heat, I have to say”
“You’re right of course, but then again
some rain would do us good”
“Depends upon your point of view”
I said, misunderstood.

Hot II

It’s rather hot
again today
upper thirties
(so some say)
Doesn’t really
bother me
as I’ll be swimming
in the sea