
One hundred years ago, did we know
The frosts were an endangered species?
Well, we were just kids.
But
Yeah
I suppose we did know…
BUT
The change was so gradual
So comfortable
That we didn’t panic
Yet, we knew
Of course we did— meteorologists had been collecting the numbers
And Bill Nye explained the math
Even Captain Planet offered a few words
BUT
Spider-Man was on the TV too…
He was too busy being AMAZING to care about our carbon
Back in the real world the snow continued to fall and to stick
And we knew the way things were and
We
Knew
The way things would always be
So in times of peace we gathered the snow and built castles and cities that would never melt
And in times of war
We piled the fluff into great mounds and packed them down and
Carved and delved
Frozen tunnels, stockpiled with cold munitions
Serious armories hidden deep inside our mountains
And Al Gore said something
He sounded worried
He sounded urgent
BUT
That was for the grownups so we didn’t care
And then the electoral college screwed him (us) over
And we didn’t know this
So how could we notice?
We went back to our wars
Then one morning we grew up and heard it all again,
This time from Greta Thunberg.
…
BUT
She was just a kid, and we were big
We didn’t like being told what to do
Not by a girl
And that was another Inconvenient Truth
The biggest, fragilest men, they tried to bully her
It was silly
And absurd
How we all clung to our comforts
Some of us clung so hard our fingernails tore
But that was okay
It distracted us from the fact that we’d denied science
Bill Nye wept
Our leaders spat in his face and the Oil Barons told us to cheer
And half the country did
The rest, we tried to gather some snow for our own kids
BUT
It wouldn’t stick
The castles we managed to scrape together weren’t castles at all
We built anyway: snow huts and mud hovels
Wet and soft and grey—
At dawn, they’d be puddles
The gleaming battlements and secret, glittering tunnels were only memories
And we began to really know
But our kids thought, same as we used to think:
The new normal would never fade
BUT NOW
When the first frost comes mid January,
Our kids frown and
Fear and
Worry
Same as us
And our youngest grandkids still get excited
They look out their windows and say the frost looks pretty
BUT
We remember a time when deep snows came in November
And stuck around till April
We remember the castles and the wars and the peace,
The hovels and the puddles
And the warnings
So we wonder, in our old age,
If this first frost of 2094
Might be the last
And
If there even is a frost next year, will we be alive to see it?
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