by Nancy Byrne Iannucci
Drought has parched the Northeast U.S. for weeks, draining reservoirs, priming the landscape for damaging wildfires and pushing politicians to implement water-saving measures. More than 58% of the Northeast is in moderate drought or worse, according to the U.S. Drought Monitor. —NBC News, November 15, 2024. Photo: The Jennings Creek Wildfire burning behind homes in Greenwood Lake, N.Y., on Nov. 10. Credit: Bryan Anselm for The New York Times |
In the name of the Bee —
And of the Butterfly —
And of the Breeze — Amen!
And of the Butterfly —
And of the Breeze — Amen!
—Emily Dickinson, "The gentian weaves her fringes"
The rustling leaves
sound more like abandonment
to me now than the innocence of autumn.
Tumbleweed has traveled from the West,
kicking up dust in foreign streets,
making me squint like Clint
in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
this time, I’m convinced,
it’s the Devil breathing,
tempting Grandma Moses’s
rolling fields of matchsticks
to give him just one spark.
I think the phrase, hell on Earth,
has been said too many times,
our words have become
a self-fulfilling prophecy.
the bees have warned us.
the rains in Spain have explained
why Whitman’s grass is dead
and Kimmerer’s sweetgrass
won’t braid, and now,
the Earth is responding
in sirens, sirens blaring,
blaring in the distance
getting closer
and even closer,
are we listening now?
sound more like abandonment
to me now than the innocence of autumn.
Tumbleweed has traveled from the West,
kicking up dust in foreign streets,
making me squint like Clint
in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
this time, I’m convinced,
it’s the Devil breathing,
tempting Grandma Moses’s
rolling fields of matchsticks
to give him just one spark.
I think the phrase, hell on Earth,
has been said too many times,
our words have become
a self-fulfilling prophecy.
the bees have warned us.
the rains in Spain have explained
why Whitman’s grass is dead
and Kimmerer’s sweetgrass
won’t braid, and now,
the Earth is responding
in sirens, sirens blaring,
blaring in the distance
getting closer
and even closer,
are we listening now?
Nancy Byrne Iannucci is a librarian and poet who lives with her two cats: Nash and Emily Dickinson. THRUSH Poetry Journal, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Eunoia, Maudlin House, San Pedro River Review, 34 Orchard, Bending Genres, and Typehouse, are some places you will find her. She is the author of four chapbooks, Temptation of Wood (Nixes Mate Review, 2018), Goblin Fruit (Impspired, 2021), Primitive Prayer (Plan B Press, fall 2022), and Hummingbirds and Cigarettes ( Bottlecap Press, 2024). Instagram: @nancybyrneiannucci