Greenlake
Rain washing our faces
as we curve around the lake
A favorite city walk
for man and beast
Algae blooms
in the water,
so beautiful to see, yet
toxic
keeping swimmers
at bay
Not that many are interested
this time of year
The trees are
really turning now
in full fall gala
Nothing can stop them
(only a lightning bolt or
a person
with an ax who hates beauty,
driven to stamp out glory
wherever it is found)
Are there such people?
Yes, but they are few
in the minority –
don’t vote for them!
or sell them a gun!
Pray for them instead,
help them up
out of despair
Then tend to the remnants
of the garden we have left
Gently coax it back to life
The meek will, someday,
inherit the earth, after all.
© 2015 Julie Clark
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