by F.I. Goldhaber
Nestled in the once safe valley
we listen to dire predictions
warning us of hurricane-force
winds never experienced here
before. Now the gale tears at the house
trying to rip away flimsy
shingles and brittle siding. The
current White House resident would
have us believe that climate change
does not concern us. But I see
drought become commonplace in the
lush valley and fires develop
into a ritual every
summer extending into fall.
I read of melting glaciers, of
starving polar bears, of islands
that disappear into the sea.
But, I only need listen to
the wind to know the truth of what
we`ve done to this world where we live.
F.I. Goldhaber has written professionally for more than a quarter-century and has won eight awards for her fiction and poetry. She has had short stories, novelettes, poems, news stories, feature articles, editorial columns, and reviews published in magazines, e-zines, newspapers, and anthologies. A resident of Salem, Oregon, she reads to elementary-school children as a SMART volunteer, and is active in Lions Clubs International. www.goldhaber.net.