Snafu

Slowly, so impercibly

It crept under Summer's mantle

Sunny day after sunny day,

Hot day after hot day,

Dry wind after dry wind.

Each element adding 

A touch here and there

The dam shrinking daily

The paddocks turning brown

Before morphing into dust bowls

The Roos feed on the orchard leaves

Like thieves in the night.

The forest slowly bleached 

By the relentless heat

Gum trees shedding their limbs

In the windy fiery blasts,

The discarded parasitic ivy

Turning yellow

As the trees stop feeding.

The forest is limp,

Barely breathing,

Silently screaming 

"Drought is here

Climate change is real"

As Mid-April is hit

With temperatures in the mid-thirties

Records are broken everyday

Nothing to be proud about

Worries are piling up

A real Snafu in the making.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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