“How cold it’s been,” the papers say,
“and it looks like the same for May.”
How wonderful the trends to know
machines churn out so apropos.
The summer could be cold or warm
as stray percents far from the norm
to change the future for those who
believe that science can come through.
The one is wet the other dry
and faces stare up to the sky
with smiles or grimaces no doubt
as Nature works within, without.
A wry (and slightly provocative 🙂 poem
Thanks 🙂
an intense sarcastic poem Jan , beautiful indeed.
http://wordwand.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/blackout/
Thanks. You got the idea 🙂