Climate Haiku (France, June 2019)

I
Sucking out water
Spray the aquifer on crops
Drought is coming soon

II
Medieval clothes
Conjuring and magic tricks
No thought of Black Death

III
Water to swim in
Tumbles from springs and snow melt
Leaving rocky peaks

IV
Birds moving in trees
Ring doves flying together
No other thing stirs

V
Transhumance beasts move
Baaing and dull bells ringing
Up to fresh pasture

VI
Stony mountain mist
No worry in beating rain
Dry later and hot

VII
Raining for twelve hours
Owl hooting in the pauses
Sunny briefly cooler

VIII
Watch brown squirrel climb
Claws on bark like gnawing sound
Up in the pine tree

IX
Rumbling grey sky
Thunder or high flying thing
Closer and louder

X
Three hill horizons
Cresting together in cloud
Changes will come soon

XI
Full moon fathers’ day
First waxing and waning then
Waning and waxing

XII
Bright sweet tomatoes
Soft hairs on yellow courgettes
Dirty garlic heads

XIII
Bark of the olive tree
Cracked like a river bed
Liquid under it

XIV
One hornet buzzing
Nearer then further away
Changes summer’s sound

XV
Flies are bothersome
On the skin and in the air
Bringing more disease

XVI
Hands come together
Mountain top recedes in rain
Run for the shelter

XVII
My seventy-first
Longest day dawning cool blue
Short night approaches

XVIII
Here comes canicule
Red on maps and voices shrill
Can’t block burning sun

XIX
Repeating food names
Staving off hungry meaning
Fuller but still starved

XX
Heavy atmosphere
Over expanding waters
Closing over life