that time of year

Blue sky shot with red and gold, streaking like fire behind the dark silhouette of a laurel hedge
red sky warnings
These last few weeks I’ve struggled; slept
erratic sleep, dreamed chaotic
dreams; lived unease, anxiety
and lost my appetite. I try
to go with the predictable
flow, but reason speaks not to this
protesting body that watches
life, all life, undisturbed by the
artificial manipulation
of this pocket of time, making
it’s own response to the greater
challenge of unpredictable
climate change at full global scale.