Here's a recent poem I wrote on the subject...
The Weather
Adult topic
of last resort,
it was not to be questioned
or moved by our actions
then-
when I was knee high to the world
ravished by its largeness
untarnished by hubris.
Summer’s scorch on skin
that vast,
comforting indifference
of blue sky
beneath my feet
when Up I swung
The drumhum rain
on the tin roof
while sleeping snug or scared
this at least seemed certain,
Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer
Now everyone agrees-
too much exhalation
causes disruption
I read the thread of ice
worn thin
while my fridge still whirs
and out my window
the continuing unblinking blue
behold
