Mini-ice-age

(The prompt for a monthly workshop I host was ‘Sediment’. I don’t often do rhyming poems, but as I wrote my poem several rhymes appeared naturally so I went ahead and made the rhyming scheme uniform.)

Beneath the sky

As ancient whispers blow cold,

Glaciogenic breaths take hold,

Mountains carved with frozen scars,

Etched by grinding ice

Reshape the earth in its vise.

Epochs lost in thawing floes;

Rivers stand like frozen veins,

Scar eroded plains,

Glaciers bend and break.

Their legacy in silt and stone,

A world once chilled, now overthrown.

This lack of empathy

This ugly time may deprive,

But this too we will survive.

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