Done with the Cold

We, you and us, we are one
Way the world tried out new things—

New life forms to sweep off lives,
New forms that may or may not

Be life, may be names for life,
As if life could be a name.

We blow things up, strain the nets
And chains, wreck things, leave a mess.

The mess sighs and breathes deep. Waves
Of brown and green crawl through scenes

We won’t leave as we found them.
The world tries out new things. We

Were a cold spell, an ice age
In the grand scheme. Next comes springs.