Global Warming Love Song

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@sunyu?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Sunguk Kim</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>You say you&#8217;ll sing when morning comes, my love,a silver lark so rising in a skygone weary with the weight of grief aboveand fallow with the promises that lieto hopeful souls. I loved the songs you keptheld in trust against a better daythat never came. We watched. The world weptand misery has carried us away.<br/><br/>I bury you with all the summer songswe knew in childhood, that sweet jeunessethat boiled off. The years were painful, long,and ever dry of hope. We were not blessedwith strength enough to change the whole wide world.We weren&#8217;t enough. And optimism curled. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>