My Poetry Now Tires Me

I'm tired composing poems
which I read mostly
have been baked in the sun oven
they call
Time

even the sun yesterday flew in rage
over heated
wanted to perhaps help
reduce Global warming

Yet some places are being excused spring
at other places snow is melting
faster cooling the Northern hemisphere
snows being extended

Now I wish to rest and sleep
I have no responsibility
towards any

heaven bless those
who don't share with me