'The weather is changing' big tent poetry #18 'poems hang out where life is'

As the climate changes I feel the chill deep

within me. Winter in the air, grey sky morning.

Rainy - such coldness in every drop that falls

from dark clouds in the mood. Slick roads like glass

shine in iridescent lights. Fauna consumes wetness.

A mantón wraps round to keep in warmth.

With patterns of Aztecan gods fire, earth, wind, rain.

Sacrificed young virgins to appease angry gods.

Spilt blood on cold stone slabs. As the winters came

and left harsh winds and muddy ground with imprints of existence.






*Process notes:
It has been raining every day and it's getting cold.
Winter is on the way.
I have also been having lots of discussions about
early Mexican history.