climate

Climate Change

The sky was ice-blue just like my father’s
after shave, the sun was pale looked as
a flashlight with dying batteries. Evening
came early, unseen clouds congregated
and snow fell, big flakes it only took ten
to make a snowball. Next day it continued,
fell so heavy we couldn’t see, but it was
great fun and cars drove with head lights on.
But the snow didn’t cease, for forty days
and forty nights it went on, till our part of
the world was a vast plain with the top of
office blocks sticking up; and silent, but
heard father say: “So this is climate change
I thought it meant palm trees and lagoons.”