Climate Change

by TS S. Fulk

The month of April passed

without any showers

elf tears do not suffice

so May flowers struggle

where shall bees and faeries 

flit and pirouette now

Plastic iron radio waves 

proud symbols of mankind’s progress

modern wards to keep the fae at bay

letting us safely watch TikTok

somewhere a puckish garden grows

a refuge from technology

and its child metamodern angst 

far from this dull castle and cage

Please accept this offering

my soul yearns for rain’s kind caress