By Pravat Kumar Padhy

Carbon Footprints

 
the sun looks dim
with smoke all around
fierce debate
in the conference room
for the sky to retain its blue
 
insects search
space for a breath
birds
for the missed treasure
as city sparks in neon lights
 
morning
whispers to the trees…
the leaves
lost their vigor
to muse with the breeze
 
early dawn
from far off distance
the whales scream 
not to change
the colour of the sea
 
neither koel’s song
nor hopscotch of birds
we spend a living
with a black sun
hanging from the dusty sky
 
roaring voice
of the rising sea …
in the lost land
the Anthropocene defines
the sinking sun of the rising risk

Pravat Kumar Padhy

By Susan Lee Roberts

summer ages

in the august heat—

calico leaves


Susan Lee Roberts

By Patricia Hawkhead

autumn colours

the old cat curls

into itself

Patricia Hawkhead

By JL Huffman

landscape blight

howl of the junkyard dog

JL Huffman

By Terri L. French

running into the squirrel’s indecision

Terri L. French

By Jennifer Gurney

a clutch of clouds

held in her mind's eye for

such a day as this

Jennifer Gurney

By Mona Bedi

a half forgotten lullaby    her dementia

Mona Bedi

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

conventional time

the day before and after

my mother´s death


Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Bryan Rickert

murky waters

the brief moment

of turtle nose

Bryan Rickert

By Hassane Zemmouri

the fear

of covid, still stuck in mind

and heart...

even in dreams

I look for a mask

Hassane Zemmouri

By Daniela Rodi

deserted beach

all that remains

the absence of summer

Daniela Rodi