Climate Change

We will not go about our gardens
lifting the violet’s head
to see the tiny orange teeth.
There will be no snowdrops
in blizzard in the spring.
We will not wander round
flicking the new rain
from the tender leaves.

We will learn to love cacti,
and stand back.

Gill McEvoy

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