And That Worries Me

The past few Septembers have felt more like the waning days of August with highs in the 70s, sometimes more. Very few Canadian cool fronts have blown through, reminding us of the change of season, that the Autumnal Equinox has already come and gone.

I suspect this is the new normal, and should probably enjoy the lingering warmth since winter waits just around the corner. Instead, this weather makes me somewhat uneasy. Not unlike dancing on the Cliffs of Moher.



And That Worries Me


Toxic Algae Warning signs
sprouted around a city lake just today.

An upshot of flawless lawns,
fertilizer run-off, and warming summers.

But young boys no longer fish the rickety pier,
and no one wishes to swim slime-green waters

except the ducks and they can't read.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor