On the turf, a coconut Slush puppy.
Receding from any new insults.
Melting with no specific rhythm…no sound.
Leaving in its aftermath…
summer’s last attempt of spreading debris at the base of a hump back tree.
Plastic Nation…this is it.
This is what we die for.
More, more, more.
Where Will Your Plastic Trash Go Now That China Doesn’t Want It?
Watching the earth breathe in her simple needs…less a temptress or a priestess…but a tomboy…throwing sticks and stones.
Believing that all wants are the center of the storm.
Pointing a finger with a twisted twig at the way the better half lives.
Dressing our gifts with conflicts of bitter cold.
Yet, who has bullied who.
When will the breathing…not renew.
Autumn has gone too soon
The fall, harsh as, breaking glass.
Air is porcelain with nature’s anger.
Curious as to why it is we keep provoking her?
I am a nature freak…and, damn proud of it. I grew up in the wild, as a wild-child. I slowly but surely became a hippie tree hugger. And, in the end, though I lived in many metro areas. The countryside of New Hampshire calls me back…each and every-time. What amazes me?
The water bottles left on a heritage trail.
The granola bars displaced on a ridge, 2,000 ft from civilization.
So, for a limited time, nature and some of her now ‘gone’ friends.
- the Passenger Pigeon…reason: human mayhem and loss of food
- the Western Black Rhino…poaching
- the Tasmanian Tiger…Human need to take more and more land…disease
- the Mountain Gorillas…We are destroying their ‘eating’ environment
- the Snow Leopard…injury due to trash and hunters in it for the kill
What is happening here closer to home?
The greatly sought after, New Hampshire Moose. Not quite on the endangered list yet. However, a sad, quick, decline of their calves have left some in despair. Why? Global warming, meaning shorter winters…Meaning, ticks. Ticks during all four seasons in an environment typical known for its frigid weather.
The Winter Tick is literally sucking the blood of New Hampshire Moose and their calves.