Doris Lynch

Climate Grief

In every sunset, each rosebud on the deer-amputated bush, every hummingbird’s whirl, firefly’s blink, even while yanking pennywort and pokeweed from the garden, in each burst of rabbit speed, in the tree frog’s ululations these end-of-summer nights, I marvel at the beauty and wonder of this world and sigh deeply for the suffering and die-offs to come.

interregnum
between storms
mourning doves
mourn

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About the Author

Celebrating her first decade writing haibun, Doris Lynch has recent work in Haibun Today, cho, Frogpond, Modern Haiku, and FemkuMag. She also writes in longer forms.