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Heat Wave


11.25.14 Posted in today's words by

Nancy Scott’s poem The Light appeared here in May 2014.

Heat Wave
By Nancy Scott

Rising before dawn to do a
walking meditation,
I try to repeat green planet
with every breath I take.
But brown grass crunching underfoot
distracts me, and global warming worries
keep me from focusing on my chant.
My thoughts are more Revelations than Zen.
Is this it then, I keep wondering,
the point of no return?
Have we gone and done it,
murdered Mother Earth?



One Response to “Heat Wave”

  1. Bobbie Troy says:

    This one provokes thought, Nancy. Good job.