Global Cooling , by LibGems

The warmth of June's arrival shoulda been dwelling
but instead it seems like the freezing over of hell-ing
fuzzy lined boots 'n furs are still like hotcakes selling
Perhaps a child of mother nature may be rebelling
For the winds are howling and the goose bumps are swelling.

overwhelming tides

When it rains, it pours. But not a droplet in drought of course.
 Only in fruitful season
when thirst has no reason
I stare into rising puddles flooding near
and wonder, Where oh where
 were those showers during hunger year?I cannot bear all these waves that simultaneously crash too much water, I fear- I'd rather not drown when I splash