Plastic Warfare

The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.… Continue reading Plastic Warfare

Too Late!

——————————— The flowers wilt on the wracked earth, there are no buzzing bees, temperatures soar untempered, children stare out of slits in curtains closed against the searing sun. ———————————————- It was an emergency, now it  emerges change was too late. Nothing growing on the farms where water has not been husbanded. While, in the  fields… Continue reading Too Late!