Fire And Ice And What Does Frost Know?

Christyl Rivers

Some say the world ends in west coast fires

Some say melting, ice-cap ice

What I’ve tasted from what leadership inspires,

Drowning subways and flooded church spires,

I think that I prefer lost ice

Though, smoky fires, too, disguise our vice

And will suffice

What, after all, does Bob Frost know?

He lived before, when life was slow

He could see forests, for the trees

And he sang the songs of honeybees

From all I’ve tasted of consumption

I fear our kind has lost our gumption

Nature’s first green is gold,

But we valued dollars we can hold

And nature, well, …we valued less

As if birch trees don’t create our breath

We took the road less traveled by

And now, it IS ages and ages hence,

Buoyant beauty we tossed as if a lie

To drown in our own insolence