Obvious

I watch spent coins

flash on brown tips

season’s grief joins

as earth’s fabric rips

warning cries to wake

as burning fires kindle

ancient rhythms quake

forever forests dwindle

“what have we done”

ignorant voices call

dark rivers overrun

and dead species fall

the singed solar core

flares, its answer clear

it is no secret, your

last reckoning is here

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My poem today is really about the obvious changes in seasons as here in Seattle we have a warm spring like winter. The insanity of it being hidden as if it is a secret.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is “today’s prompt. In his poem, “Spring Thunder,” Mark van Doren brings us a short, haunting evocation of weather and the change in seasons. Today, we’d like to challenge you to craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length.” 

Source: https://www.napowrimo.net/go/