Poem – 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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