Wet grass
Almost unmowable
Autumn damp
Yet not quite cold.
Leaves not fallen
Few if any
Climate changes
Denied by so many.
Yet lucky are we
The temperate west
While others suffer
But still do their best.
Lives get shattered
Earthquakes destroy
Houses all wrecked
As if they’re a toy.
Nothing gets left
As hurricanes sweep
Barren lands now
Families weep.
Too late the help
Of NGOs came
Nothing for some
Will ever be the same.

©Joe Wilson – Storm clouds…2017