Gardening today,
I got sick in the mean heat

and humidity
made by callousness of man
~

Sad to say, my grand-
children will not see glaciers.
~

Future museums
of lost animals—called zoos.
~

Rain will be a poor
substitute for snow and ice.
~

Brittle leaves bookmark
out-of-print books of winter.
~

In a reluctant
peace, the snowball fights shall cease.
~

Pacific land dots
drown under the laughing waves.
~

Poems tell stories
of the lost cold, it’s just that

we breed teens who won’t
(or can’t) read the books we write.
~

The president can’t
care when he can’t stay awake

at the biggest game
of the NBA season.

 *Bi-kus are haikus minus the third line (the final five syllables).
I spell the word this way because there is a transliterated
Japanese word spelled b-a-i-k-u that refers to bicycles, though
I have also seen baiku used online to describe haikus that are
about cycling. Are bi-kus an accepted form of poetry?
Damned if I know.