Hurricanes And Firestorms Poem by Barry Middleton

hurricanes and firestorms
easy for the superstitious
to believe the gods are angry

but man tends the earth
taking the gift for granted
bowing to money and politics

some say it is too late
the yellow daffodil of spring
has burned into a ghost

gray ash smolders on the hill
another home collapses
into its grave

the sea erodes the shore
the winds bring down the trees
and on a lonely street

poets and sages weep
and search the far horizon
and scream a message to the sun