Poem – Contrition

Contrition

I said sorry to the beech wood

A green cathedral

Turning brown in summer

With the heat of climate change

A sad discrepancy

 

I said sorry to the sea

A blue mosque

Grey & murky now

With plastic waste

A gift from you and me

 

I said sorry to the stars

A glinting canopy of night

Blurred now by cities

And a haze of orange light

Polluting legacy

 

Where are we going?

Covid stopped us in our tracks

A new way of knowing

Not just a set of stats

We will move on

But with a greener map

 

Lindsay Rebbeck August 2021

 

 

 

 

 

 

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