Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Reply To William Shakespeare - Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

Compare me not for climate change is now
set to melt winter, seasons, seals and snow
Jack Frost is lost, and on the run, must bow,
as must dark matter, to convection's flow.

Oftimes too cold for comfort spelled decline
in fahrenheit with air at ten below,
those days are past as causal intertwine
effects all aspects of life's stream men row.

Thus darkness will retreat, know no return
as methane bubbles through melt permafrost,
pause and reflect: albedo awe must earn
before mistaken man counts ash urned cost.

In short, for good life's seasons topsy-turvy
are turned, sane spurned, all who remain pained, nervy!

(13 April 2013)

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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